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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Classy America

Lets go back in time when the USA had class. What? Had class? The USA is the classiest country in the whole wide world *insert overly patriotic person from the south accent*. Oh the good ol' days when the US was just starting out. The men would open doors for women. Ladies first. You got dressed up to go to a tea party or a dinner party. Everyone was kind to each other. We had class. So what the hell happened to it?
I don't really know to be honest. Anymore you see people yelling at other people threatening them. Fist flying everywhere over the last can of spam at the store. Really? Now we have people walking around letting it all hang out. You see it at the mall, downtown, at the grocery store, a high schools, at clubs and even weddings. Classy huh? When I hear the word dinner party I like thinking about the '50s when the women would cook up a nice dinner and have the neighbors over. Everyone would be dressed in their best little dress and men in dress shirts and slacks. A dinner party now is hamburgers off the grill with maybe some ribs and a plate of bacon. All the women wearing booty shorts and too small tank tops and the men in gross stained shorts with cut off shirts. This would be sort of acceptable for my big fat redneck wedding. Even when I think of a BBQ I don't think of this. 
When I think of having to get dressed up to go somewhere. I think of a play, a party, and other places that are like that. Is that how America is now? Hahaha no. For some people you have to get "dressed up" to go to "the wal-mart". Wal-mart the source of all evil. You have to get dressed up to go there? God I'd hate to see what you usually wear if people are dressed up when the go to wal-mart. America I have one question to ask you. Why in the world do you like to embarrass our country by acting like this? I would much rather live somewhere else. But for now I am stuck here with The Wal-mart. Where dressed up is shorts that show your whole butt and a tank top that barely covers your chest. This my friends is 'MERICA!
-Brittney 

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