my fabulous roommate and i recently finished watching true detective, a dark, brooding HBO series with the prerequisite gratuitous nudity, creative violence, really good writing, and absolutely stellar performances by the two leads. the show takes place in a louisiana rarely shown in travel brochures: expansive fields of sugar cane, dying towns, monumental spirals of highway interchanges, swamps punctuated by the odd spanish-moss festooned oak, oil refineries looming over the mississippi (never the prettiest of rivers in that part of the country). overall, it looks very little like the gorgeous and vibrant place i know and love.
mfr, looking at the vast fields, proclaimed that it looked like kansas and this very quickly became a Thing. every time a shot of a bayou or a decidedly non-kansas-like bit of geography appeared on the screen, i'd nod sagely and say, yup, that's kansas for you. since then, every film or show we have watched, every shot of outdoor scenery (italian hillside town, ireland, whatever) has been kansas.
last night we were having a little late night chat about life, the universe and everything:
mfr: it's all kansas, really.
moi: yes! it's the chicken of geography!