I wonder lately whether or not I'm becoming a bubba. This occured to me most recently as I was sitting on the porch in my new below-the-Mason-Dixon line state. I was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts (commando), smoking, with Southern Rock piping out of the stereo.
I've recently acquired a gut.
I no longer have the patience for a grooming regime.
I work in a factory-lite setting.
Some things that don't seem to fit with the bubba stereotype: I'm gay, I'm (relatively) educated, and I don't like NASCAR. Don't laugh -- I actually know a gay guy who does. He's not out, but that's another story.
Is there such a thing as a gay bubba? A cursory web search turned up little to find out aside from a song/joke/game about prison rape. Oooh. That sounds fun. Not.
I looked for an online bubba quiz. Didn't help. But there are some interesting thoughts on the matter.
I'll keep you posted.
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