HEY, COOL ENGLISH KIDS….. I Bought a Book Today (376 hits)
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Submitted by Holly Golitely <hollywon1.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2006-01-18 00:36:11 EST
It's about Buddhism; written by a Frenchman; in Spanish.
I like that.
Hey, cool English kids.... I've been researching flat rentals. What does it mean when they say it's a "double"? Does that mean I'd have to share a bedroom?
I guess it doesn't matter, but 700 pounds for half a bedroom is a little steep.
Also, I'm genuinely concerned about the perception people will have when I inquire about the flats. Is this paranoia, or is it truly assumed that I, as an American, will lack manners, intelligence and cultural awareness?
My roommate is half Puerto Rican. His father is fully Puerto Rican and his mother is "white" (pieces of Irish, English, and Scottish....?)
When asked, he names claims to be Puerto Rican.
I asked him why.
It annoyed me that he always identifies with the Puerto Rican and not the rest. This isn't because I see one to be less than the other, just that I don't understand how one chooses a half.
He said that there isn't really a "bi-racial" category on most census'
....so, he chooses what he is the "most".
I think it is so weird. Why is there a most? You grew up in the US. Your parents grew up in the US. You are American. Why are we not a people? There are African Americans. There are Native Americans. Why are there not European Americans? Oh, yeah...there are. We're white. We are Caucasian....whatever the fuck that means. Still, there is always a pretense to the "American" that no one wants to claim.
I am enough Native American to merit some sweet kickbacks. My grandfather's Dad was a badass Cherokee Indian....but I don't say I'm Cherokee. It's the "most" that I am...but I'm not fucking Cherokee. I don't pretend to be what I'm not. I have ONE picture of my pimp old great grandfather Cherokee Indian. Actually, I am the only one in my family to be fortunate enough to posses a picture of him and my "white" great-grandmother.
I also have one pimp ass picture of my OTHER great, great, great grandfather, Commodore Perry. My grandfather and father are named after him. He made a name for himself in the War of 1812; (which has since been stricken from the records).
So, am I a sweet battle fighting American? Or, am I a sweet over-comer of disease Indian?
I don't make a choice. I am what I am and that's a citizen of the United States of America. I'm not black/white/yellow/red. I'm a mutt. We all are. Unless you're muther fucking Adam or Eve; unless you're the fucking original fish/bird/monkey.... You're a God damned mutt.
Why do people have to choose? Why do we fucking care? Why are we categorized?
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Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2006-01-18 00:37:56 EST (#)
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a double means two bedrooms