Remembering my Cheesy Roots

I found this comment while playing around on the internet today:

As a Wisconsin resident who lives near Milwaukee, I have to say that our quarter just serves to further promote our image of Cheeseheads. I promise there are people in Wisconsin who do not farm. There are actually people who don't even like cheese. --Anonymous

First, I was shocked and appalled that there was an article dedicated to complaining about how all our shiny new money looks. Secondly, no wonder this fellow here is anonymous! Granted, I grew up in Wisconsin, also near Milwaukee (and in Milwaukee for the youngest of those years), and I did not grow up on a farm. But you know who did? Most of the rest of the state. Yes, I realise this is a slight exaggeration. We would need to account for the fact that big (and I mean that semi-sarcastically) cities like Milwaukee, LaCrosse, Madison, and Green Bay will be more densely populated and also non-farmers. But a big chunk of Wisconsin's land is farm land and country land. It's part of its charm.

It needs to be said that I have no desire to ever go back to the grand old state of Wisconsin, but that doesn't mean I can't understand why others would. For someone in Wisconsin to say they hate cheese makes that person a huge (and most likely hated) minority. I grew up pretty lactose intolerant and still my mouth watered at the mere thoughsqueakyueeky cheese curds. Come on. You are bitter at Wisconsin. I mean, how can you not call yourself a cheesehead? It's practically part of the Packer fan uniform. I shake my head at you, Anonymous. Go to a different state.