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Dear Payback Time: Usually I have very little reaction to your reviews, but Kristi Alexandra’s piece on the Kid Rock show made me laugh. Really? You made a full-page article out of this? Let me get this straight. You go see a Kid Rock show and then write about how he isn’t mature and that “misogyny is truly alive and kicking in (his) heart.” Wow, that’s quite perceptive of you. That’s like going to see a Wes Craven flick and complaining about the violence. Oh, and guess what? He’s an entertainer. He’s entertaining rednecks, who, by the way, love this stuff. They love it because it’s fun, just like driving around on ATVs or shooting pop cans with a shotgun are fun. Anyway, I’m sure you failed to impress the PC hipsters with your observations, and the rest of us rednecks continue to think you’re lame.
> Pete Lind
Kristi Alexandra responds: Dearest Pete—don’t you just hate it when people point out the obvious? I once took an English class with a girl who insisted on pointing out each pun in Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra, and would chuckle at every nuanced joke as if to say, “Hey, look at me—I really and truly get this stuff.” I wasn’t sure if she was trying to show off that her comprehension skills told her that the play was rife with sexual innuendo, or if she meant to imply that she was also getting laid on a regular basis. Either way, it was totally irritating.
So imagine my embarrassment when you called me out on my “perceptive” knock on Kid Rock by noting his penchant for rednecked, pop-can shootin’, straw-flossin’ misogyny. Where do I get off pointing out this shit? I mean, next I’m going to tell you that Sir Mix-a-Lot really likes big asses, or that the word lame actually means having a bad leg.
Anyway, thanks for the tip on Kid Rock being a redneck’s entertainer. Any doubt I had about Bob Ritchie’s audience has now been cleared up. I’ll be limping on over to my next concert with that in mind.
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