1. There are so many things that could represent our culture, as I know it. America is a combination of so many different cultures it is impossible to have one artifact or photo to represent it. Technology and media usually define our culture, as a whole. We depend on our televisions to give us the news about our small part of the world, entertain us, and bring families together. Many people I know do not spend any family time together unless they are watching television or movies.
We do not have much personal contact with people anymore. Most of our conversations take place through cell phones or computers. Walking around campus I see nearly every person with headphones in, texting, or talking on his or her cell phone. I rarely see many people talking to someone walking next to them. This has a lot to do with us being too consumed by time to slow down and get to know people on a personal face-to-face basis.
Speaking about time, our obsession with it is a representation of American culture. We go to places such as McDonald’s, Wendy’s, or Burger King in order to get our food faster. We wear watches and constantly check our phones for the time to make sure we’re not late for anything. Many people have planners they carry around to organize their obligations to make sure they have enough time to get everywhere they need to go. People have scheduled routines they perform everyday. American’s, as a whole, are so consumed by time and the need to be on time that we forget how little time we leave for fun.
There are too many things that represent American culture, but there are some that can more accurately describe large groups of Americans. Time and technology are our biggest indicators that we are Americans. Images cannot describe American culture because there are not enough pictures to captivate everything about it.
2. “Everywhere you look, you can write a book
On the trouble with a woman and a man
But you can not impose, you can’t stick your nose
Into something that you don’t understand
But still you wonder
Who’s cheatin’ who, who’s being true
Who don’t even care anymore
It makes you wonder
Who’s doing right with someone tonight
And who’s car is parked next door
I thought I knew her well, I really couldn’t tell
That she had another lover on her mind
You see it felt so right when she held me tight
How could I be so blind?”
The lyrics to Alan Jackson’s “Who’s Cheatin’ Who” represents me because it describes the type of life I lived growing up. I grew up in an extremely small town where everyone knows everyone else. If something happened earlier in the day by five o’clock everyone would know what happened. There were no secrets in my hometown and there still aren’t. When I’m home and I go out somewhere within minutes I know all the town gossip I missed.
It can be aggravating but it also taught me not to do something if I would be ashamed of it. In every decision I make I always think will the people back home be laughing at me behind my back because I know they are bound to find out from someone. I am more careful in my decisions because I do not want the people I care about to be disappointed in me and I do not want my family to be ashamed of me when they go out in town.
The song perfectly describes my small town and although it can get on my nerves I know living there made me a better person. My town is like a big family and each person has important things to tell you if you’re willing to listen. Growing up it wasn’t just my parents that taught me the difference between right and wrong or tried to stop me from making the wrong decision, it was the people in my town. When we would go out to eat there would be at least two or three people that would join us and tell me stories about when they were growing up. I took these people’s stories to heart and they helped me to make better decisions because I didn’t want to make the same mistakes. I knew I would make my fair share of mistakes but these people gave me important lessons that stuck with me. They helped me to make less mistakes than I may have if I didn’t have them in my life.