Hi all! I’m Catherine. I’m an ex-engineer, current student of English, and lover of games, music, and stories. If my posts, which I’ll tag as “CAT,” contain bad puns, you are permitted to give me a stern talking-to. You can also expect gratuitous pop culture references, pictures of cute baby animals, and a reliance on lists of three items.
I suppose I’m what you’d call a “city girl,” so my relationship with rural Saskatchewan is almost entirely abstract. I’ve lived my entire life in cities, with only brief forays into smaller towns for work and the occasional road trip. When I think of rural Saskatchewan, I mostly think about how the people living there would think I’m a completely incompetent fool. You know, I try to avoid hitting gophers with vehicles, have no clue how to milk a cow - much less deliver its babies, and am generally kind of useless. As much as I like to think of myself as the Arya type – cool, tough, and full of sass – when it comes to a Saskatchewan-related Game of Thrones, I’m probably more of a Sansa.
I’ve grown to realize that my conception of rural SK is quite stereotyped, though. Just as I picture the ways in which I’m “inadequate” by an imagined rural standard, I also apply a set of values to the whole concept of the place. Scott’s post on calling people out on their behaviour made me think about how I stereotype rural places in this province, and often I attribute prejudice to the rural areas more so than the urban. This isn’t fair, and ultimately leaves the urban areas less accountable for the ways in which they’re just as set in their prejudices as the rural. I picture a rural SK that thinks I’m awful, meaning that I’m not being fair, too. I’ve met plenty of people from the lesser-populated areas of Saskatchewan who I have more in common with than the people from my high school.
Where does that leave me? Well, I’m certainly no practical genius. Come zombie apocalypse, I’m toast. Or, uh, the zombie equivalent of toast. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – if I were in a horror movie, I would die first. But my understanding of rural Saskatchewan has evolved over time.