I admit – speaking as one of them “city folks” the dating site FarmersOnly.com so maligns – that I don’t get talking horses with opinions about hyperspecific dating sites. Here in the “big city”, with our “four dollar cups of coffee, taxi cabs, blue suits, high heels, conference rooms and getting ahead at all costs in the corporate world”, when we do see horses, a policeman is usually riding one through downtown, and the horse has the good sense to shut the fuck up and stay out of human affairs.
It must be different in red states, though, because Mr. Ed over there is a regular chatterbox. He shares the good old fashioned traditional values of “enjoying blue skies, wide open spaces, raising animals, appreciating nature and truly understand the meaning of Southern hospitality, even if they don’t live in the South”. I thought I loved nature, wide open spaces and blue skies, but since I’m livin’ in the city, my appreciation of same can only be characterized as a stunted joke. FarmersOnly.com is really starting to make me feel bad about myself!
We can’t all be ag students with fancy college degrees and a detailed understanding of food production. It’s tough to be a city dweller, more than singles in America’s Heartland know. But we don’t need their condescension or their pity. We’re tougher than we look, and we’ll suffer pantless hobos and a noticable lack of starlight stoically. We don’t need some snobby country horse telling us what we do and don’t get. I’d like to see that horse take his traditional values and try to cross a major intersection with it. Seems to me, a little city knowledge would be a good thing to have in that situation.
