Lets be a white trash household

I'm the tattooed ass

I'm the velveteen portrait of Donald Trump that I brought back from Branson!

What is this mac and cheese fixation of yours, OP?

I'm the old car, refrigerator and sofa sitting in the front yard.

I'm the ELViS photograph, matted & framed mind you that's on the living room wall. Afterall, he was 'the King'.

I'm the Dr. Phil Show blaring from the tv

I'm the 'boss' sized bottle of Mountain Dew in the (re)frig(erator).

I'm a face of meth sitting on the recliner in the living room.

R3, what's with your obsession with me?

I'm the MAGA hat and t-shirt collection not to be outdone by the grab her by the pussy shirt hanging on the line.

R3, looks like you are a mac and cheese fan too

.Let's be an office potlock! I'm the Autumn Harvest salad at R42's event. I'll sit here untouched as the cheesy grits and Mac and cheese bites disappear.

Just curious.

I come from a long line of rednecks, and can't say I ever noticed mac and cheese being a thing among the trashier cousins. Tater Tots, yeah.

Also, velvet paintings and Thomas Kinkaide are a hipster thing, not a white trash thing.

I am R3 looking to stir shit up.

well, R3, red necks and white trash-while there are similarities, are not the same. This is not lets be a redneck household. If it were, I would have included the confederate flag.

Camo slipcovers

Thomas Kinkade is a hipster thing?!

You must tell us more about that, R12.

Truth, R14. It's annoying when people use them interchangeably. My granny used to say being poor was no excuse for being trashy, usually followed by an example from a particular set of cousins. Of course Granny didn't live to see reality tv programming.

I'm indifferent to mac and cheese, btw. I only put it in the office potluck thread because I was looking for somewhere to drop the Pink Avocado menu, which along with fancified mac and cheese, has an Autumn Harvest Salad.

Anyway, from my own experience, no white trash household is complete without the giant screen tv, very likely purchased at an exorbitant interest rate from the local rent to own. Its companions are the massive, ancient satellite dish and the gaming console. It's on, 24/7, either to "must see tv" like Vanderpump Rules or as background noise. The volume is always about 10 decibels too loud for a quiet conversation or a nap.

I'm the NASCAR commemorative plate on display in the china cabinet (right next to the "bronzed" baby shoes)

I'm the cigarette butts littering the lawn

What lawn?

I'm the 72-month car loan for the 2016 Chevrolet Cruze.

Yeah, I'll be repoed pretty soon.

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NASCAR is redneck, R18, not white trash. Rednecks will have a lot of cheesy Franklin Mint type knicknacks, often in display cases from somewhere like Hobby lobby; white trash won't really go in for decorating, except for things like nudie posters strategically placed to hide the hole punched in the wall for emphasis, or in the kids rooms, stickers affixed directly to walls, windows and built in furniture.

I'm the phone with the cracked screen that the Mother uses to Tweet change her screen name from Deplorable Sally to Covfefe Sally in order to support our President Donald Trump against those nasty libtards in New York and California.

Hipsters dig irony, R12. The velvet paintings started the same way.

I'm the faded Confederate flag on a rusty pole in the front yard, even though this is rural Indiana or Ohio.

I'm the TV that's on day and night. I'm the absence of books/reading.

Is "Dogs Playing Poker" white trash or redneck?

I'm the 1960s Volkswagon Bug that sits to the side of the house with 3 wheels. Even though I am in otherwise excellent condition, I will never nove again. Collectors will actually pay top dollar for me, but even when my family is told this fact, they ignore it because they don't know any collectors.

[quote]My granny used to say being poor was no excuse for being trashy, usually followed by an example from a particular set of cousins.

I'm a 74 year old "mannish" granny with the bellowing voice who feels exactly the same way as I go to town in my Isaac Mizrahi 3XLs from QVC, splashed in Aromatics Elixir and driving my pearl white Avalon. I do wear Red Door for special occasions.

We're the pile of gimme caps.hanging on a wall hook. We're from IGA, ,Cargill, and Jimmy's Cars. We wish the washing machine worked, even though he'd never throw us in anyway.

This is incredibly racist, would you right "Let's Be a Nigger Household" I'll be the watermelon and the fried chicken next to my pictures of Obama, Malcolm X and Black Jesus? You probably would.

You should be banned for starting such unfunny shit.

I am the dirty lazy boy plopped in the middle of the filthy living room. I stink like sour milk and beer and the cigarette burn on the right arm serves as a makeshift ashtray. Sadly, I no longer recline.

Rednecks can have money, can even be rich, but true white trash is poor.

I am R32. I am so pissed that I grew up poor and filthy. AND GAY!!! I am closeted, but I troll gay gossip sites and whack off to all of the glorious dick pics they post. I am a rabid racist, and I LOVE to use the N word!!! LOVE IT. Anyway, I have to go- Walmart is calling- I need to grab that BOGO spam offer. Have a good day you lousy fags.

I'm the screaming argument that can break out at any time, day or night.

I'm the four generations of females under one roof. Granny is the only one of us who has ever been married. The rest of us have had temporary live in boyfriends and baby daddies.

I'm the fritos, bean dip and velveeta in the shopping cart, eager to get home and jump into a no-fuss casserole.

I know some well off white trash, R34. No education, no class, no taste, but lucked into high paying, unskilled union jobs. One neighbor of mine makes over 100k a year working for the railway. Nice guy, but total white trash, complete with the Hemi pick up truck, framed hockey jerseys on his wall, beer drinking, no education past grade 12, and a total sports fanatic. Or is he more of a redneck?

R32, It is "write", as in learn how to write, not "right"- as in "right wing"

R32, if you don't like the thread, don't read it. How about "Let's be an upper class neighborhood?" Why should that socio-economic group be OK , but not this one?

I am the Trump supporter that is too stupid to realize he is a billionaire that despises losers like me. I voted for him because I am a racist. But, what I didn't realize is, he is probably going to cut my welfare benefits and wants to cut my medicaid. How are my 6 kids gonna go the doctor? Still. I will vote for him again. Even if he kills my unemployed boyfriend.

They need to be humiliated and made fun of primarily because white trash voted for Trump in record numbers AND continue to support him, as evidenced by Twitter.

I am the bra not one women over 40 has worn in 10 years.

I'm those dried up brown pebbles everywhere, created by the "kick it around til it disappears" method of cleaning up dog shit.

R39: Nothing you describe is white trash or redneck. Assuming you live in a middle class neighborhood I suggest you take a drive around. Check out the number of homes with expensive pick-up trucks parked in the driveways. It's pretty common. My experience it it is as common among gay men as it is straight men.

The other criteria you list are just as common.

For the rest of you - have no doubt both redneck and white trash are pejorative classist terms.

I'm Jo-Jo's personal relationship with Jesus Christ and I'm throwing shade to Sue Ann and Cassidy. They do not talk to Jesus as often as they say and he's most disappointed in them.

I'm the simmering tension between congregants of The Point, The Grace Landing, and The Mount. Pastor Rick did not hit Pastor Danny's truck on purpose, it was an accident and if Pastor Cody would stop fanning the flames, the Holy Spirit would put me out.

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Pejorative, sure. Doesn't make it untrue.

[quote]I'll be the watermelon and the fried chicken

I love fried chicken and watermelon and I'm white.

I'm the box of condoms. I've never been opened.

I'm the "Four Doors for More Whores" bumpsticker next to the confederate flag decal on the back of a Jeep at a gas station in Pasadena, Texas.

I am fabulous and if you have a problem, let's take it outside.

I'm the mattress on the floor with no sheets.

I am the empty beer bottles on the dresser- sort of hidden by all of the other junk on the dresser. If I fall, no matter. The dirty laundry will protect me from shattering myself.

I'm the off-brand, budget cigarettes, such as Maverick, Fortuna or Shield. Bonus white trash points if they're menthols.

I'm the command upon the children to, "QUIT FUCKIN' CUSSIN'!"

If all white trash is poor, explain Britney Spears.

[quote]Lets be a white trash household

Not a difficult task for the average DLer

I am R58, an average DLer.

R57 one does not have to be poor to be white trash, but it sure helps. Look at it like this- you don't have to have eyes to see, but it sure helps.

[quote] If all white trash is poor, explain Britney Spears.

Her parents pimped her out to El Ratón.

[quote] Thomas Kinkade is a hipster thing?!

Nope, not in the slightest.

FFS can't we have a fun thread? Jesus.

I am R63 and I whine about threads. Why don't I just start my own, instead of hopping around making stupid complaints?

I'm the light skinned Mexican who married into this family and brought much needed diversity to the white trash gene pool.

I'm the gay son who gets disowned after coming out and will end up supporting myself with porn, stripping and prostitution until I find a husband.

Accidentally posted to the wrong thread:

I'm the Clinique Happy roll-on perfume tucked inside a genuine Coach purse, purchased at the outlet for 85% off the MSRP of $700.

I'm praying for you, Gay Son. Always remember that Jesus Saves and if you want to read the Bible together, I am here for you.

I'm the T-shirt worn by a white trash, 12 year old girl that reads "WHY ARE ALL THE GOOD MEN TAKEN?"

I'm The Bible. Stop taking everything I say so damn literally! And go Paleo while you still have both your feet and before you need a scooter to get around Wal*Mart, not after.

I'm the Michael Kors logo purse carried to lunch with the girls at Chili's, worn with tshirt, yoga pants, flip flops, fake tan and full spackled-on makeup

You're the gem amongst all the paste, R45.

Poor white people-the last group that it's OK to make sport of.

I'm Daddyofive

I'm child beauty pageants giving hope for stardom to both children and parents for generations.

I also help feed the never ending need for new talent in strip clubs when the children grow up and realize they will never be Brittany Spears.

I'm the wet pee spot on the side of the house.

She's my daughter and my sister!

I'm the Miracle Meatloaf pan, the Red Copper pots, Easy Eggwich, EggTastic, Miracle Peeler, 2-tier microwave steamer, ceramic knives, and every other fucking offering I ordered while watching infomercials.

Simmer down, R32, I'm trying to educate these Yankees.

R38, 39, 45, 46, 47, 50, 52, 55, 67, 68, 70, 71 and 72 are descriptions of rednecks, ie, rural, working class white folks who, though they may technically be middle to upper class economically, still strongly identify with that culture. People associate rednecks with the South, but you can find them anywhere.

R33, 36, 37, 44, 51, 54, 56, 69 and 74 gave examples of white trash behavior.

I'm not going to get into politics here, but rednecks definitely run conservative, often strongly libertarian. It's a natural legacy of descending from people who lived in remote areas and had to fend for themselves without outside help. Religion is part of it but that can get tricky in the more libertarian end of the scale.

White trash may espouse conservative values, but in point of fact these are your long term public assistance, multiple kids by multiple unwed partners, insurance/disability scamming, perpetually unemployed.

Rednecks may be poor, but white trash will live in squalor.

Rednecks will have a selection of non-running vehicles around the property, which they intend to fix one day. Chickens and a couple of hound/heeler-type dogs will roam among them. White trash will have a selection of stripped vehicles that may be an active chop shop. There'll be at least one pit bull chained on the premises.

Rednecks will use tires and toilets for planters, have a lot of low class yard art and an old RV serving as a chicken coop. White trash is not interested in cultivating anything. Whatever came with the residence--dead lawn, weeds, bare concrete--will get no maintenance. Their contribution will be cigarette butts, dog shit and kids' toys. If there's a bbq, it came with the place and is never cleaned.

Rednecks often have a few wild years and might have minor scrapes with the law, usually low level stuff like curfew violations and speeding tickets, which their parents will deal with by letting them stew in county jail overnight. But this is a fundamentally patriotic, law and order-respecting group. Law enforcement agencies and the Armed Forces would go out of business without them. White trash starts early, with Mom sending the kid to the shady grocery store that will give cash for AFDC (for a hefty cut) to buy cigarettes. Minor scrapes lead to bigger ones. If the budding WT graduates high school without a (serious) juvenile record or pregnancy, they may also enter the Armed Forces. They may straighten out, but often as not they become the problem children with an early discharge in their future. The females use the military as a springboard to permanent government dependency by getting that pregnancy profile ASAP.

Redneck is Duck Dynasty, Ice Road Truckers, Dirty Jobs, Monster Garage. Swamp People, Pawn Stars and Dual Survival (the first duo).

White Trash is Honey Boo Boo, Storage Wars, Dance Moms, Teen Moms, Tool Academy, Hoarders, and any iteration of the Housewives or the Kardashian Borg.

Rednecks own or aspire to own their properties, be it ever so humble. White Trash rents or aspires to Section 8.

Rednecks may need to pump their water from a well (which they may have to dig first), get their electricity from a generator, heat their homes with a woodstove and supplement their stores with deer, hog, possum and squirrel. White trash may need to run a hose over the fence to the neighbors' spigot or a configuration of multiple jumper cables to the neighbors' power panel for when the utilities get cut off, and supplement their stores from the county food bank when the welfare runs out.

Rednecks step out on the porch to smoke or dip. White trash vapes with baby the right there in the Hummer.

R77 IDK, man. I think that is belongs on "Lets be a frau" thread. White trash could give a shit about cooking anything that takes more than a small pot.

R78 is a fucking expert. Take notes bitches, this will be on the exam.

R78 has effectively explained the difference-----brilliantly, I might add.

When I moved into my first home, I had no money for artwork; however, I did have an Elvis on Velvet that I hung as a placeholder. After it was there for far too long, I'd gotten used to it, and I can only wonder what guests must have thought. No one ever mentioned it.

Thanks for all the reminders that it's classist and elitist to disparage white trash. Every minute we spend on this bit of fun here is time wasted, time that could be spent on the vital work of social uplift that is critiquing the looks of aging female celebrities.

Disparage away, R83, just remember that redneck and white trash are not interchangeable, just as poor and black is not synonymous with hood rat. The first category is about ethnicity and heritage, the second (subcategory) is about character.

Redneck=working class/poor black

White Trash= Hood Rat

Well, another fun thread gets shit on by the Aspies. Thanks, cunts!

I am the white bread on the table. I have not been closed, and the flies are starting to make a home in my wrapper. I see a dirty hand reach in and take two slices for the mayonnaise sammy mommy is making for Billy.

The redneck man's anthem:

The white trash woman's theme song:

R85, isn't there a "Let's Whine About Deplorables" thread where you'd be happier?

I am the audition tape sent to Jerry Springer, Maury Povich and Steve Wilkos shows. Baby daddy and baby momma stage a fight over baby daddy fucking some other broad on the side. The participants hope to get a free all expenses paid mini-vacation to Stamford, Connecticut, the farthest from home they have even been or ever will be.

And Stamford itself is kind of a shithole, at least downtown.

I'm the gunt I inherited from momma. My human is eight years old and she is very proud of me.

I am the lost molar and eyetooth on the left side of the mouth

I'm the empty Coors beer can by the couch that has been re-purposed as a chewing tobacco spittoon.

The drooping saggy diaper worn 24/7 year round instead of any clothing whatsoever, by the 2year old of the house. I'm in a race to see whose the saggiest, me or the baby mama's stretch mark riddled titays. I smell REALLY bad. But then, so do them titays.

*who's

I am the brown carpet. I used to be off white. I have not seen a vacuum. Ever. I stink. I am filthy.

I am the 8 year old whose allowance is paid in cigarettes. Mostly for slathering wart remover on my momma's feet...which she can't reach.

^ you've got to get out while you're young, because trash like us- baby we were born to run

I am the stove. My burners are hidden by various kitchen and household items. I have not seen the light of day in months. My existence has been relegated to a prop. The inhabitants of this squalid domain subsist on cigarettes, booze and fast food.

[quote] I'm the empty Coors beer can by the couch that has been re-purposed as a chewing tobacco spittoon.

I'm the one next to the broken recliner, used for chicken wing bones.

I am the Ice Box Cake in the freezer made with Hydrox cookies and Cool Whip. There's nothing natural or healthy in either ingredient.

I am the #MAGA cap on the floor. I was given to the head of household by a family member. I was worn at a Trump rally. I have been peed on my the dog and I have been used to prop open the front door.

I'm Dr. Now and I'll be seeing one--or several--members on this family soon.

I am the ever-present, huge, 64-ounce, "GIGANTIC GULP" plastic cup containing some sugary soft drink that I got from 7-Eleven when I bought my latest carton of cigarettes. Who cares about calories? Who needs teef?

[quote] For the rest of you - have no doubt both redneck and white trash are pejorative classist terms.

That's why I use them.

We're the sugar industry. We created these monsters and they are making us rich beyond belief thanks to food deserts and food stamps.

Im the old worn out wood dining room table that my owners found on the side of the road that someone else was throwing away. I have uneven legs so i wobble when leaned on and the chairs that surround me are all different and also found next to the trash on the curb of some rich persons house.

I'm the effeminate gay brother. I'm closeted and no one acknowledges my obvious gayness.

i am the old box of hamburger helper that the old three legged chained dog is using as a dog toy

I am the dirty syringe waiting on the floor to be used again. My owner is out hustling to get money to buy heroin. Hope it is not laced with fentanyl!

I'm the refrigerator in the back yard converted to a smokehouse to preserve venison and pork.

The Kardashians are not white trash by that definition.

I'm the unopened Terms of Parole packet. I'll cause a new warrant for arrest when still unread in four weeks.

I"m the good china, consisting of paper plates WITH dividers.

I'm the wifebeater-wearing tranny named Shay wandering around the junkyard.

Our 'Bible' . . .

Oh, shit . . .

I'm the Bocephus t-shirt that is the perfect complement to my owner's rattail and skoal baseball cap.

I am Vidor, Texas.

I am the new flat screen TV purchased at WalMart on black friday. Many people were injured in my procurement , I am 42 inch off brand and cost 157.00. I sit precariously on top of the non working console stereo . My owners do not know this , I will catch on fire around Christmas 2017 due to some substandard circuity placed in my tuner. I will burn down the double wide.

I'm the boa constrictor that's often petted and handled by an unsupervised three year old child.

I'm the couch on the porch. And wild sunflowers growing around it. I'm also the direct TV dish on the porch roof.

I am the aggressive dog chained up out front. I get loose and I'm going after these Jehova Witnesses.

I am the little girl bike on the side of the house that the teenage son uses to ride around the neighborhood.

I'm the vehicle, pickup or car, rusted, and parked on the lawn even though the driveway is clear.

I'm the Olan Mills portrait of Meemaw, wizened and wheelchair-bound due to a stroke, wearing a T-shirt that reads [bold]I'M THE BEST SEX YOU'LL NEVER HAVE.[/bold]

I'm the Footprints in the Sand framed picture.

I'm the sink, electric guitar, pallets, and two boats out in the yard.

(My neighbors across the street).

I’m the set of balls hanging off the bottom end of my pickup truck that’s parked on the “lawn”.

Im the 17 year old son who "got lucky in the looks department" according to my moms. I have muscular, thick and curly blond haired legs that shine in the sun wearing my walmart basketball shorts pulled down low showing my great ass covered in red ftl undies. I have a white wife beater 2 sizes too small showcasing a dark treasure trail that leads to an obscene bulge. I dont have socks but proudly wear osiris high tops with no socks because all mine have holes. I see how yall look at me so I parade it up and think about the looks I get while i stroke my huge COCK using the family's supply of crisco. I have a full bush on my great uncut blue veined cock and pits. I know I "put the devil" in the mens n womens roun here, according to mama. But i haven't been touched yet. I'm too stupid to know how fuckable I am. I love to smoke weed. Oh yeah. Gots me a brand new snapback, tilted just so.

I’m the charming collection of tea-stained “American folk art” ragdolls attired in patriotic stars and stripes, sewn together by 14 year-old girls in a Chinese sweatshop.

Untouched, Joel at r132? That's not what your Uncle Bill says.

I am green vegetables. I have never seen the inside of one of these people’s trailers.

I am a book. See above.

I am also the six children by three different men. We were all raised drinking Orange soda through our baby bottles. Like r32.