The more time I spend with Alana “Honey Boo Boo” Thompson and her loving Georgia family, the more I like them.
They are who they are. They don’t pretend to be anything else. They truly love each other. And they embrace their redneck ways with abandon. What’s wrong with that?
If some snobby city folk are watching to mock them, so be it. They can laugh all the way to the bank.
Honey Boo Boo is a happy kid for a reason. She is taken care of. And they eat well. Not well in the healthy sense. Well, in the yummy, fried/barbecue sense. Sure, there’s childhood obesity and a future of cholesterol meds and diabetes but why worry now?
“We’re fat,” Honey Boo Boo says at the Paradise Country Barbecue place, after ordering chicken, ribs, baked beans and potato salad.
“We’re not fat. We’re pleasingly plump,” responds Sugar Bear, the male figure who has been part of the family for eight years.
“Pleasantly,” Mama says.
Then we learn that Sugar Bear is not married to Mama. Why she isn’t committing to him that way is perplexing to Pumpkin, who says “he might as well be my daddy.”
“I consider all the girls my daughters,” Sugar Bear says in all honesty.
Later, they go “shopping” at the local “department store,” which is not really a Macy’s or Nordstrom’s or even a Wal-Mart. It’s a dumpster! They once found a surround sound with only one broken speaker. “They should have a ‘Dumpster Diva Pageant’ cos I would win,” Honey Boo Boo notes.
“All Pumpkin’s clothes comes from the dumpster,” she reveals.
Then they go to a lake on a very hot Georgia summer day. Mama wears a fancy wet towel on her head, which she calls the “redneck air conditioner.” “It keeps you cool,” she explains. “It keeps you wet, a wet t-shirt contest all in one.”
I’ll pass on the wet t-shirt contest if it involves Mama, bless her heart.
Sugar Bear, sweet guy that he is, also purchased a portable pool. (They don’t have AC in South Georgia, y’all.) He struggled to fix it but once he did, oddly, the only person shown playing in it was Honey Boo Boo.