All families are different. Honey Boo Boo's family is very different, at least from mine, and not in a good way or a bad way -- just an ohmygah so drastically different way. I mean, they are rednecks, y'all, and proud of it. Good for them. And my kids ... well ... my kids are just about the exact opposite of redneck. They are not rich or spoiled by any stretch, but we live in the suburbs of the East Coast, in a town that has blue-ribbon schools, shop at the local farmers' market every Saturday, and put a lot of emphasis on sports, fitness, and health. We do not feed our newborns soda, shop from a dumpster, keep recliners in our front yard, or refer to a part of a woman's anatomy as a "biscuit" ... you get the idea.
With all the attention Here Comes Honey Boo Boo is getting, I was dying to know how my sheltered, white-bred, middle-class 9-year-old and 7-year-old would react to a bunch of hillbillies from McIntyre, Georgia. We don't get out much (all those organized sports), so I broke the "one hour of carefully monitored television viewing, weekends only" rule and let them watch two episodes of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo while recording their running commentary:
Oh my gosh.
Are they sort of big?
You wouldn't let us do that, Mom. You'd give us a consequence.
Which one is the mom?
They're rich. They get to do everything. Fun stuff.
They're so lucky, they have a dog.
What the heck?
Did you see her neck?
She doesn't have a neck.
Ew. They are taking stuff from the garbage. They are littering, too.
What are they eating?
They are about as rich as us, maybe a little less.
I'd like to get that pool.
How does a teenager that age not know how to spell "lemonade"?
They talk funny.
They're from the South, that's how they talk there.
She has one big belly.
That is so disgusting.
That is ice cream. They eat ice cream and ketchup.
I would hate a meal like that.
I bet nobody in this state would have that. Literally, ever.
Is that pasta?
She screams like crazy.
They have tons of toilet paper. It's like a whole shop.
I don't know why he's called Sugar Bear.
That is one rude family.
They are different from all other families.
That's a big couch. And they are lazy.
Their mom is about four times the size of me.
The great thing about this experiment was that my kids came into this without any judgment, and left the same way, which made me really proud of them. They were simply fascinated by a family who looks, acts, and lives so differently from them. I actually felt at times like they were jealous, wished they lived more simply and carefree like June and her clan -- had less of the structured chaos of organized sports, homework, and playdates and more lazing around the pool all day, laughing about passing gas, eating junk food ... exactly what my kids would do all day if their parents weren't around forcing them to go to school and eat their bananas and stuff.
I didn't bother to mention to my kids that Honey Boo Boo and her family are now making $50,000 an episode, and will likely end up way "richer" than my family will ever be if they play their cards right. That's a lesson for another day.
Do you let your kids watch Honey Boo Boo? How do they react to the show?