Charlie Teljeur: Clarifying the legend of the cidiot
|By Charlie Teljeur - Contributing Writer | July 12, 2018|
A cidiot. I’m sure nine out of 10 of you know what this is and chances are the tenth one in that group—quite poetically no less —is the fabled cidiot. Cidiots (there’s even an Urban Dictionary page for it, proving that it’s not just a Haliburton thing) are basically defined as urban dwellers who have no idea about rural life and frankly have little interest in learning about it. Furthermore, they often (as the definition spells out) have a noticeable disdain for country folk, considering them uneducated rubes, essentially the servant class.
As you can obviously tell, this archetype/stereotype carries with it a whole heaping helping of disdain, from all sides. So, let’s clarify some things. First off, not everyone who comes from the city is a cidiot. There are actually urban folk who know how to build fires and stack wood and hunt wild boar with their bare hands (if, of course, we had wild boar). Secondly, there are rural dwellers among us who have cidiot attitudes. Not so much the wild boar part, but the disdain part.
I know of enough country folk who have this weird and largely unjustified antagonistic relationship with the cidiots. These people (rubes) hate everything about the city including those who live there and furthermore, come here.
The last part is extremely puzzling, mainly because if the country rubes did their homework, they’d realize how much of their livelihood actually depends on the bucks (not the male deer, fellow rubes) brought in from the city.
When you place all these colourful stereotypes on the table, you soon discover there’s a LOT of unnecessary distance voluntarily created between these groups. Frankly, it’s a stupid way to act, regardless of where you hang your baseball cap or derby. It speaks to intolerance.
From the rube, yes you are correct in saying that there are some uber-clean (check out that pedicure) city folk who find the world of forests and lakes and bugs and fish to be, well, yucky. And for the urban tribe out there, yes there are rural citizens who are less educated (school-wise, not survival wise) than you feel they should be.
But within that chasm lies a lot of room for assistance and discovery. It’s our attitudes that need to change, not what we call our homes. Cidiots (those of you still reading this) and rubes (those of you who can read) can greatly help one another as long as you’re both willing to soften your stance just a little. Pull back the reins on that pompous attitude OK? You both like to believe you’re above it, but neither of you currently are (yeah, I ended with a preposition. Deal with it).
The irrational lust you feel for your Audi 5000 whatever is the same weird engine love that guy feels for his Ford duel hemi whatchamacallit pickup truck. Truly. We have a breakthrough! And that fish that that rube is currently filleting to eat over his campfire is the same fish you just paid $97 a pound for. The rube just cut the fisherman and butcher out of the deal and he can teach you. The vast amount of similarities you both share will shock you if you give it a chance. You’re both essentially after the same thing whether you believe it or not. Rest assured you both like getting your hands dirty, it’s just that one of you would rather do it metaphorically, and we can work with that.
Charlie Teljeur is a contributing writer for The Highlander.