Happy Fridaaaay!
May. 18th, 2001 09:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
msfledermausI've been invited to a cook-out and everything tonight. mmmm, salmon steaks and mushrooms on the grill!
Meanwhile, whoever's been thinking The Cure's "I will always love you" song at me can stop it any time now...It's been in my head for not quite 24 hours now. I mean it, knock it off. If you love me, call me or e-mail me or something, this telepathy stuff has to go...
..."However faar awaaay, I will always love you..." YAARGH!!
Since the weather's been nice Loring Park has their population of drunk guys back up. (Nowhere near the squirrel population yet, though. BTW, I tried Squirrel fishing and it IS a good way to blow an hour of your life. Heehee!) I went past this morning and a couple of guys yelled, "Hey, little sister, come drink with us!!!" and "Hey, you're too good for us, huh? Come back, little sister!"
I ran into a lot of this in Montana, too, and didn't understand it until a lady I worked with who lived on one of the local rezes explained that I looked like a half-Lakota or Sioux. The lightbulb went on. (The funny part is I'm not as far as I know. I'm just some semi-educated trailer trash with some Tuscan-Portuguese blood.) My mom gets it, too--on her honeymoon with my first stepdad, they went up to Itasca and stopped at one of the shops to get some souveniers, and my new Pop nearly got beat up by some local guys who thought my mom was Native and married a white guy.
To this day my mother, brother and I have been disowned by the rest of my Grandfather's family for not being "White" enough.
Like "White" means anything. It's just a stupid label, like all the others. It doesn't really mean anything but the subtext, "and I have the right to do whatever I can get away with in this culture, unless I'm poor. Then I just think I can do whatever I want in this culture." And yes, I'm blathering on about something very complicated, and really I have NOTHING to whine about on the subject, really. I have friends who have had experiences that make mine look like a goddamn papercut. But I can't help thinking about it today, in my clumsy fashion.
Ms Eff, who just erased 3 different sigs, all of them harsh and cynical. I'm in a MOOD, forgive me...
Meanwhile, whoever's been thinking The Cure's "I will always love you" song at me can stop it any time now...It's been in my head for not quite 24 hours now. I mean it, knock it off. If you love me, call me or e-mail me or something, this telepathy stuff has to go...
..."However faar awaaay, I will always love you..." YAARGH!!
Since the weather's been nice Loring Park has their population of drunk guys back up. (Nowhere near the squirrel population yet, though. BTW, I tried Squirrel fishing and it IS a good way to blow an hour of your life. Heehee!) I went past this morning and a couple of guys yelled, "Hey, little sister, come drink with us!!!" and "Hey, you're too good for us, huh? Come back, little sister!"
I ran into a lot of this in Montana, too, and didn't understand it until a lady I worked with who lived on one of the local rezes explained that I looked like a half-Lakota or Sioux. The lightbulb went on. (The funny part is I'm not as far as I know. I'm just some semi-educated trailer trash with some Tuscan-Portuguese blood.) My mom gets it, too--on her honeymoon with my first stepdad, they went up to Itasca and stopped at one of the shops to get some souveniers, and my new Pop nearly got beat up by some local guys who thought my mom was Native and married a white guy.
To this day my mother, brother and I have been disowned by the rest of my Grandfather's family for not being "White" enough.
Like "White" means anything. It's just a stupid label, like all the others. It doesn't really mean anything but the subtext, "and I have the right to do whatever I can get away with in this culture, unless I'm poor. Then I just think I can do whatever I want in this culture." And yes, I'm blathering on about something very complicated, and really I have NOTHING to whine about on the subject, really. I have friends who have had experiences that make mine look like a goddamn papercut. But I can't help thinking about it today, in my clumsy fashion.
Ms Eff, who just erased 3 different sigs, all of them harsh and cynical. I'm in a MOOD, forgive me...
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That's not so bad...
Date: 2001-05-18 07:43 am (UTC)You have a point there.
*Shudder* I don't think I could take a 24 hour Whitney Houston marathon in my head...
Ms Eff, happily thinking about the South Park
episode where Rober Smith saves the world from Barbara Streisand-Zilla...Yaaay, Robert Smith!!!