Okay, so I have actually managed to squeek a few minutes of actual fiction writing time in this week, and I am working on a kind of a flirty email prologue thing between my H/H. She lives in Kentucky, he's originally from Kentucky, and moving back. So there is witty banter regarding Kentucky life.
Let me state here: I live in Kentucky. I love it. It's beautiful, the people are great, there is history out the wazoo. And it's funny. I have, in my county, important landmarks like Frogtown Road, Big Bone Lick State Park, the Beaver Lick Baptist Church, and the towns of Rabbit Hash and Sugar Tit. There is also the Creation Museum, but that's not something I'm as thrilled about as Sugar Tit, Big Bone, and Beaver Lick.
Anyway, I like to make gentle fun of Kentucky, but my idea of gentle fun might not be as gentle as someone else's. I tend to think it's acceptable to laugh about needing to stop and put on our shoes before crossing in to Ohio, and getting back across the bridge before the border closes at night. I laugh about being considered a hillbilly, white trash, whatever derogatory term you chose because I know it's a ridiculous designation. But I also know that I am pretty lucky--I'm a middle class white girl, a product of fortunate circumstances. I am fortunate, but I have also been insulated from experiences that might allow me to be sensitive to inappropriate ridicule.
The safe thing is to avoid poking fun at anyone. I certainly wouldn't want to hurt anyone else. How do you know when self-fun-poking gets away from you? Feel free to insert your own KY (jelly) and self-fun-poking joke here.