When the coal mines and their symbiotic industries left Southern Appalachia, customer service was the only gig left to those who couldn’t capture one of the nepotistic factory jobs. But a town can’t live on customer service alone. There is no service without the consumer, and there is no consumption when we’re all competing for the same dime. Business after business raised white flags and left, and call center outsourcing became all the rage.
Don’t judge me, but I collect VHS. I swear I’m not a hipster. I’m a first-year millennial, and VHS tapes truly are the sacred texts of my people. The holy, acrid smell of seemingly ageless plastic as the cassette slides from its box. The ritual before inserting it into the VCR: Hinge the flap, spool the tape taut with your fingertips, and check the rewind status. Perhaps denominational differences in household pre-watch observances: popcorn and a Coke, read the back of the box, pillow fort.
The nostalgic benefits of VHS extend to content as well. Original trailers, title cards, and…
Queer Redneck. PhD Candidate, Film and TV. I write about whatever comes to mind. Black lives matter and no human is illegal.