New Word of the Day: 1/23/12
Provincial (pruh-vin-shuh l)
Definition: countrified; limited
Source: Thesaurus.com
Detailers who do not take the time to train and learn the proper techniques might be construed to have a provincial knowledge and ability. This is comparing to those who read how-to's on educational forums like this, attend workshops and classes, and try and experiment techniques until they have perfected the art of detailing.
Excellent detailing-usage of your "new word of the day"!
I'd like to go down a different path, though.
"Naturally....There are dialects in the USA that are indigenous to localized regions that are not always understood by people unfamiliar with the history of the people from those regions.
I clearly remember the first time I was name-called a "Farmer" and "Briar". Being at a fairly young age, I didn't comprehend the reasoning behind this; but, due to the tone of the voice of this self-appointed 'Neighborhood Bully', I proceeded to beat the living daylights out of him.
That evening, upon returning home from his daily grind at the factory, my Father, (who, unbeknownst to me, evidently had been subjected to similar, or more severely stated, name-calling at his workplace), was informed by my Mother of my "fighting with one of the boys next door". I told him why. He then explained to me that many people in this World had a narrow view of people whose manner of speaking didn't conform to what their ears heard, but their mind, heart, and soul wasn't able to 'listen to'...That folks with a Southern Drawl were often depicted as being uneducated, among other, what they considered were: 'undesirable traits'. He also reminded me to never forget where you come from.
(Nonetheless, I will add, He gave me a pretty good whooping that evening for picking on somebody: "not my own size")
As I grew older, I began to better understand this phenomenon....although I still cringe at times, upon hearing, or reading, of people's
provincial ways of attempting to pigeon-hole another person, and make derogatory statements.
Nowadays, when confronted by a person, or persons, that haven't a clue of my persona; and, they feel compelled to 'name-call' me; instead of throwing a 'conniption fit' and go 'a-hootin' and a-hollerin' all over the place...
I just scratch my farhead and chuckle to myself that they must believe: "their "sh!t don't stink".
(But...If by doing so: Wouldn't, I too, be considered intolerant, also?)
Still be nice to cram 'em down a 'chimbley' somewhere... Shonuff!!!. But that wouldn't be fair to Sanny Claus come next Christmas.
I'm off to fix me some dippy-eggs now. I just hope I got some orange juice in the Frigidaire".
Seems apropos...In the words of Barbara Mandrell: "I was Country, before Country was "Cool".
Bob