Me More Cowboy Than You

Has anyone else noticed that the whole world has picked up the cowboy craze again?

And yes, I mean again. It was well documented in the 90s when everyone wore bolo ties, boots, and mullets. It was well documented in the 50s just before the space race. It was well documented in the 30s once silent films became talkies. Seems to be on a schedule I guess. 

I, for one, love to see it. In my opinion, everyone is much more attractive and smarter looking when they were large belt buckles, plaid, and the ol Cattleman crease.

Have you heard that song on the social media lately? The one that goes:

Me, me, me, me, me more cowboy than you.

I swear that I'm working class through and through

If you haven't heard it yet, I have no idea what rock you've been hiding under. It's been stuck in my head for months. Those Brudi Brothers have a prolific algorithm to go with their sharp senses of satire.

The tone of the lyrics just outright smack of the Bob McDill-penned, Alan Jackson-rendered Gone Country from my youth. Or even I Was Country (When Country Wasn't Cool) from my dad's youth. 

So have you noticed it? The world yearns to be cowboys and cowgirls again. There simply must be something ingrained within our very DNA that compels us implicitly to head for the barn and chew on hay. What's not to love about being everyone's hero, being a dependable and cool-headed member of a posse? Why wouldn't everyone try their hardest to cast long shadows of integrity and grit? But best of all, doesn't everybody think belt buckles are cool?

Fortunately for me, I've never been yanked around by the frivolous fads of society. Like Barbara Mandrell says, I was doing all these things whether or not they were considered cool.

I was wearing belt buckles when kids my age had those swoopy haircuts and were listening to Fireflies by Owl City. I was feeding cows before the movie Avatar was released to theaters. Unfortunately, it wasn't on MY ranch. I didn't have a ranch then, I was on a friend's ranch. Him more cowboy than me. Me still don't have ranch. Him still more cowboy than me. But back to me point:

All my life, I've looked down my little sunburnt nose at the blue alien loving crowds of people and boasted with "Me more cowboy than you". All my life, they've looked down their little noses at me saying "Why haven't you seen Shrek, it came out in theaters decades ago?"

And now that its popular to wear cowboy jeans in public again it's so hard for schmucks like me to stand out from a crowd. What's worse I look....trendy!

GAG!

I may not be the most cowboy person on the planet, and I'll certainly never be the most hip, but I'm thankful that cowboy culture has come around once again. Y'all are really looking good these days. I'll be right here when the fad comes back again. 

Happy trails, pilgrims.