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Same for me - no TV or pop culture growing up, pretty immersive rural poverty. Though there was a kind of severe cult aspect in my case. I’m getting caught up now, though!
ah I knew I’d missed a reply from you somewhere back in the depths of my activity log.
See, that’s the kind of thing I was thinking of when I was being nostalgic. Because my shit, while not strictly my choice– I was a little kid, what did I know about choosing to consume culture– was really pretty benign all around. I was raised approximately religious but my mom wasn’t even Catholic, she and Dad compromised and he got to take us to church because she thought it wasn’t a bad idea, she just wasn’t into it. I was raised very aware that the way we were was just one of many valid ways to be, and other people did different stuff and that was cool. My folks did kind of make it clear that if we wanted to explore other ways of being that was fine, but we’d have to wait until we were on our own to do it, and we were Expected to go to Sunday school through confirmation, and then after that we could make up our mind about what we wanted. It was a little restrictive? But really not bad. [Not one of the four of us is currently a practicing Catholic. Interesting side note.]
And so I was never forbidden from partaking in wider culture, I was just surrounded by people who didn’t care about it or sort of thought it was dumb. (My dad still rants about how dumb rock music is. Rock music! I haven’t mentioned rap to him, I feel like it’d be too much. I’m kidding, I’m sure he knows that rap exists, he just hasn’t found it within himself to care. He’s just still mad about rock n roll because he had to share a bedroom with his brother who never turned the dang radio off and his brain is like mine, so that means he’s still got the lyrics to every Beatles song wedged in there even though he didn’t want to listen to them.)
And it’s been hard enough for me to adjust to the concept of a wider popular culture now that I’m an adult and expected to be fluent. So I do feel a lot of sympathy for anyone whose isolation from that stuff was more deliberate!
Same for me - no TV or pop culture growing up, pretty immersive rural poverty. Though there was a kind of severe cult aspect in my case. I’m getting caught up now, though!
ah I knew I’d missed a reply from you somewhere back in the depths of my activity log.
See, that’s the kind of thing I was thinking of when I was being nostalgic. Because my shit, while not strictly my choice– I was a little kid, what did I know about choosing to consume culture– was really pretty benign all around. I was raised approximately religious but my mom wasn’t even Catholic, she and Dad compromised and he got to take us to church because she thought it wasn’t a bad idea, she just wasn’t into it. I was raised very aware that the way we were was just one of many valid ways to be, and other people did different stuff and that was cool. My folks did kind of make it clear that if we wanted to explore other ways of being that was fine, but we’d have to wait until we were on our own to do it, and we were Expected to go to Sunday school through confirmation, and then after that we could make up our mind about what we wanted. It was a little restrictive? But really not bad. [Not one of the four of us is currently a practicing Catholic. Interesting side note.]
And so I was never forbidden from partaking in wider culture, I was just surrounded by people who didn’t care about it or sort of thought it was dumb. (My dad still rants about how dumb rock music is. Rock music! I haven’t mentioned rap to him, I feel like it’d be too much. I’m kidding, I’m sure he knows that rap exists, he just hasn’t found it within himself to care. He’s just still mad about rock n roll because he had to share a bedroom with his brother who never turned the dang radio off and his brain is like mine, so that means he’s still got the lyrics to every Beatles song wedged in there even though he didn’t want to listen to them.)
And it’s been hard enough for me to adjust to the concept of a wider popular culture now that I’m an adult and expected to be fluent. So I do feel a lot of sympathy for anyone whose isolation from that stuff was more deliberate!