A couple of years ago....I ended up working with a gal that I (as a kindly Bama guy) would refer to in the nicest of terms....as pretender trailer-trash.
From fifty feet away, she dressed trailer-trash....just at the higher level than you'd expect. She pretended to be an IT-guru....but at the time, knew enough to put on a 3x5 card. Today, I think she's expanded her vast knowledge to twenty 3x5 cards....not to say in a negative way, but she's not not a technology geek.
She was capable of gossiping like a trailer-trash gal. She always knew vast amounts of gossip....what was going on with this gal.....why this guy was always late.....why this other gal had a secret profile under some bondage site....which major was writing secret notes to some gal in Kansas, etc.
She'd generally drink a ton of coffee, and I always felt she was in "turbo-power" as a trailer-trash gal....mostly because of the caffeine. I think she would die if Starbucks dissolved away one day. She was the most determined Starbucks coffee drinker possible. She could accept less than Starbucks, but it was to be duly noted in commentary.
The attire? Trailer-trash gals typically dress....to let you know they fit a certain style. They want to be noted and you gasp....as they walk into the room. Frankly, it's possible to spend fair amounts of money....pretending to be upscale trailer-trash....when the clothing is a mixture of stuff from J C Pennys or Sears. If Pennys could ever open a gaudy line of clothing....my associate would be first in line and spend hours pouring over the mix.
The accent? Occasionally, a twinge of New Orleans would slip out....but she'd been able to keep the accent neutral.
Trailer-trash gals typically watch lots of TV, and always know the status of this star or that one....mostly by reading the one-dollar magazines at the check-out line. They quote People Magazine....mostly like some Democrat quotes Harry Truman.
It's hard for a trailer-trash gal to be stationary. They tend to uproot themselves....from one park to another....one town to another....one job to another. They generally are looking for the right mix of things from forty-four different filters, and never find the right trailer, the right job, the right guy, the right life. Yeah, dissatisfaction is always a trailer-trash issue. Nothing is perfect.
The thing is....trailer-trash gals can be nice, polite, charming, and resourceful. If you got yourself into a little problem.....they'd come like a good neighbor, and help you out. If you needed a pick-me-up moment with a shot of enthusiasm.....they tend to have it.
I won't go out and condemn trailer-trash gals. God probably put them on this wicked world for some reason, and we probably need them more than we think. Anyway, we could always do worse, and we should appreciate all "God's wonders".