On Friday, while we were on the North Shore (of the Tennessee River), Skippy took us to a frozen yogurt place. Just up the street is a recently completed condominium complex. "That would be a great place for you to live. You're a yuppie," Froggy said to me.
Keep in mind he's a complete redneck.
The word "yuppie" will always be equated in my mind with the generation who brought us the insipid, whiny TV show Thirtysomething. Hence, I refuse to accept the descriptor, even though Thing One said, "Well, you are a young professional."
Instead of saying, "I'm no yuppie," I think I'll call myself an "inoyuppie" -- an "I'm not old yet urban professional".
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