I scored a 39. I saw it coming. I grew up in NW DC (although, back in the 80s, DC was hardly what it is now), have never watched a full episode of Oprah, Dr. Phil, or Judge Judy, and don’t have the attention span to be a big movie buff. But I do own a Jimmie Johnson shirt (it was more of a drunken purchase at NASCAR than an ironic one, too).
What’s your score?
I got a 56. I grew up super rural, blur collar breadwinner, the whole nine yards. Some of these questions are pretty hilarious. I wonder if a milking parlor counts as a “factory floor”?
I got a 38. Guess DC has yuppified the shit out of me.
Also scored a 38. Guess I can thank mom and dad for always moving us to brand new suburban communities.
I scored a 15. I live in the suburbiest place in the whole world and you know what? I LOVED it. Matt thinks it’s weird how much I love where I grew up… but I thought it was awesome.
I got a 57. For a white kid from southwest VA, I think I’ve managed to get out enough.
I got a 9. I’m going to go judge myself and buy some PBR.