Because getting the Thumb is Way better than the Finger

Raise your hand if you have seen the movie Clueless. Chances are if your hand is in the air you, for one, feel silly because you just raised your hand in front of a computer, two, grew up in the nineties, or three, are a fan of Alicia Silverstone.

Remember the scene where all the snobby girls are getting ready for tennis in gym class and the new girl walks out in a pair of jean-short overalls and a red shirt and the mean girl tee-hees, "She could be a farmer in those clothes"?

Watching that movie at the ripe age of seven I never realized that was intended to be an insult.

Consider your world flipped upside down! In Tübingen I have met a couple people who think farming is cool. And not just cool in the sense that it respectfully provides them with food and clothing on a daily basis, but rather they think it would be interesting to intern on one. In a sense, they actually want to milk a cow. People who have traveled Europe, backpacked Africa, own BMW's, live in nothing short of a palace, actually want to milk a cow. It's like this reverse yuppie effect. People who grew up with everything I've ever wanted are jealous of me because I have the life that only ten percent of United States citizens enjoy. The one with "real world experience and work ethic." Eat it, Mark Zuckerberg! Real farming tops Farmville!

Forget imported labor, just start hiring the city slicker.

I have siblings who are face-palming right now because I am not even that farm-y. Sure, I grew up on one. I drive tractors, milked cows, hoed sugar beets, bailed hay and straw with the best of them. They, however, were the E&R Gentner of E&R Gentner farms.  I always prefer working back at home. Don't think it's not any less important or hard. Imagine Betty Crocker on amphetamines.
I guess it's just because out of my sisters I am the "refined one." Which is funny because my Mom was always very inclined to tell me, "You could be a hobo in those clothes."
As if.