"We ain't no country bumpkins like people made us out to be"

My husband and I sometimes watch 48 hours mystery together because having a 16 month old on a Saturday night equals an early bed time compared to most 20-somethings.  So, while Noah is snoozing, we enjoy an episode together.  Last Saturday, we were surprised by the verdict.  Those shows only have so much time to present the evidence, but we really felt like based on the evidence we heard, the defendant was guilty (of murdering his wife).  The defendant claimed that it was self-defense and that his wife came after him first.
When they went to interview the jury, they introduced them with a voice cue by a man with a Southern accent saying "We ain't no country bumpkins...".  The juror was trying to make the point that they weren't stupid and they came up with the right verdict (not guilty) despite receiving criticism by the local population who believed otherwise.  Later on in the episode, you come to realize that the jurors sided with the true "country bumpkin" of the case, they didn't like the smart "arrogant" lawyer of the prosecution, and they didn't think it was weird that the defendant was carrying around a knife because, "we carry knives around with us all the time...mine is bigger than the one he had on his person."  So, they were who they said they weren't.  They are country bumpkins.  It's ok to be one.  I think country bumpkins can come up with correct verdicts.  Don't deny it, own it.
I bring this t.v. show up, with the permission of my husband, to say, my husband is a country bumpkin too and he definitely owns it.  Last night, we went for a walk around Ross Park Mall.  It is a really nice mall here in the North Hills and some of the wealthiest people in Pittsburgh shop here (has a Nordstroms, Tiffany's, Gucci, etc.).  It has lower end shops too, so it's not that snobby or anything, I'm just saying that you will see people at this mall that take themselves WAY TOO SERIOUSLY.  I was wearing work out gear and pushing Noah around in the stroller, so I'm not saying I was looking too fashionable myself.  But do you know what my husband was wearing to this mall?  He was wearing gray shorts, tennis shoes, and.....an undershirt.  An undershirt!!!  No overshirt, no sports paraphernalia, just a dirty, sweat-stained, kinda-see-through, white undershirt.  Yup, his students just live down the street and anyone of his principals or student's parents could have seen him in this getup.
 But you know what?  As embarrassing as it was, my husband is a country bumpkin.  He owns it.  And even if I go red in the cheeks sometimes by his lack of awareness of the appropriate, I love that he is who he is and no one, not even me, is going to be able to change him.