I hate the term Cincitucky.
If used, it could be amusing or even endearing. But those using it mean to offend those to whom they apply it.
We, who come from southwest Ohio shouldn’t be ashamed of this association. I know I’m not. We should wear it with pride. There’s nothing wrong with being from Kentucky, Indiana, Pennsylvania or (probably) Michigan.
(I mean, those states aren’t Ohio, but only one is, right?)
I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t get under my skin.
I’m truly annoyed so many people think association with Kentucky is a bad thing.
They didn’t invent powered flight, but they love their sports, and their freedoms, and enjoy their right to a good time just as much as we do. Sometimes we even root for the same teams.
No one else in the state uses Clevelvania or Indiohio. Why is that?
Cincinnati aligns itself with our southern neighbor (and Indiana for that matter – hence the tri-state weather and traffic updates on Cincy radio), but that’s not the point.
There are plenty of Pittsburgh sports fans on this side of our eastern border, and the landscape doesn’t change much on either side of the border with Indiana, either.
If there were no sign, you’d have no idea which state you were in out there when the fields start flattening out.
Growing up between Cincinnati and Columbus, this is never something I thought about.
When I got to Ohio State, I met people from all over the state, including those raised in towns and cities of all sizes. Yes, even a few people who identified their home county because there weren’t any towns around.
I learned there are people who grew up rurally all over the state. And I also learned there are a bunch who had no idea what that was like.
Turns out, the latter have more access to the internet.
I got news for you: A lot of things projected negatively on the Bluegrass State can be found all over Ohio.
You know — farms, hills, pickup trucks and county fairs.
Small towns where everybody knows everybody else (for better or for worse).
Even a little bit of an accent depending on where you go.
Ohio has all of these things, and many of us who live here like it.
Many Southwestern Ohioans have relatives ‘back in the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky,’ to paraphrase Darrell Scott’s tune, “You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive, but more recent origins past grandparents trace to the northern side of that big, beautiful Ohio River thanks to migration north for jobs.
Everyone hast to make a living, and it’s good to maintain connections to our past.
I’m proud of those associations, thank you very much.
So save that insult next time. Try to be — clever.
Or just mind your own business up in Clevelvania.