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rage blackout in flyover country
I manage to go long periods of time without remembering this about myself, and then it occurs to me again. I am a Midwesterner/Rust Belter in this very specific, defensive way.
I get sincerely angry when people impugn the awesomeness of the Great Lakes.
THEY'RE REALLY BIG, OKAY. REALLY, REALLY BIG. IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THEM, BUT YOU HAVE SEEN OTHER LAKES THAT ARE NOT OFFICIALLY TITLED "GREAT", AND THEREFORE YOU THINK YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY ARE LIKE BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT A LAKE IS, NO. NO, YOU DO NOT.
PATRICK KANE DOES, THOUGH, I FUCKING PROMISE YOU.
I get sincerely angry when people impugn the awesomeness of the Great Lakes.
THEY'RE REALLY BIG, OKAY. REALLY, REALLY BIG. IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THEM, BUT YOU HAVE SEEN OTHER LAKES THAT ARE NOT OFFICIALLY TITLED "GREAT", AND THEREFORE YOU THINK YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY ARE LIKE BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT A LAKE IS, NO. NO, YOU DO NOT.
PATRICK KANE DOES, THOUGH, I FUCKING PROMISE YOU.