Iowa

So I come from the lovely state of Iowa. And I love Iowa, okay, because even though it is not a very pretty or interesting state most of the time, it is still Iowa and just like....I don't know. There's corn. We have corn--and lots of it. So why hate on Iowa?

Well, while in San Antonio, I heard a lot of Iowa jokes. I mean aaagh. Just look:

•  This was how we were greeted most of the time: "You're from Iowa? Welcome to the big city."
• There was a group of Iowans stuck in an elevator for quite a few hours, and when they got out, one of these Iowans tweeted: "So glad to be out of that hot and stinky place" and the joke was apparently on us because in response to that tweet, one person said, "Don't talk about Iowa like that"
• Quite a few times we were asked what we did for fun in Iowa (you know, like it was such a weird place to come from). One of my friends told a group of kids that we stared at corn growing for entertainment. And they believed  her. And then, what was worse, one girl from Iowa was interviewed, and she was asked, "What do you like best about Iowa?" And she goes, "Ahh....." and the interviewer turned to the audience at that point and said "Well, there you have it."

• Also, somehow someone pulled a picture of Iowa being auctioned off. Guess what the starting price was? $59.11. Okay, we are WORTH SO  MUCH MORE THAN THAT, thank you.
• The next day, someone had a sign that said, "We bought Iowa." 

You know what. I just. 

Iowa is awesome, okay? Yeah.