To be or not.....
I am...that I am...
I am difficult, stubborn, restless, and argumentative at times.
I an often not satisfied with the 'status quo' I want to know who made it status and why the rest of us did not get a vote or a veto...
Sometimes conversations that I have can easily lead to misunderstandings. While I DO feel bad, I won't apologise for my feelings...not that I am expected to do so anymore...
When I say that I dislike (despise actually) 'white-bread' America - that does not necessarily mean my neighbors - however do I think most people in 'white America' are pedestrian, boring dullards? You bet your ass I do. I also think they are in turn raising a generation of spoiled, whiny, well-to-do brats that only seem to be interested in where their next toy is coming from (that is as long as they don't have to spend their allowances on said toy). (Note: I am sure the same was said about my generation - well...considering I was raised by parents who lived through the depression).
Do I begrudge anyone what they've earned? Am I jealous? Am I talking about my friends or their kids (um...just a clue I would not be friends with such vapid, banal people)?
Of course not!
However, I am sick of living in the land of plenty where, as I walk through the streets (in the pouring rain as I was today - not that that has anything to do with this rant) of average - somewhat upper - middle class America's neighbourhoods, I see usually not one but often 2 even 3 vehicles (and usually one of them is an SUV)parked in their 2 car garages, while the docile idiots who live there are all gathered in front of the opiate glow of their big-screen TVs - meanwhile we still have homeless and hungry people in this country - what.the.fuck. is up with this picture?
I have been told I 'think outside the box'. That I am not the 'typical' 'American Woman' - I thank my lucky stars everyday for that. I'd rather be poor than oblivious and a muggle any day of the week.
It does not mean I think the people I happen to live next door to are bad people - really I don't - but I don't want to go to their cocktail parties either and furthermore, I never have. However, I'd love to sit and discuss politics, religion, and how we need to go about solving the hunger/homeless problems we have here in the good ole' US of A. We probably (most likely) won't agree; whether it be our politics or our solutions - but at least it's a dialog and that's a start. My problem is that often when you bring up such subjects in what my mother would have labeled 'polite company' you make those TV-watching 'pedestrians' squirm (quite a bit), and perhaps that's why they call it 'polite' - sorry to be rude kids - I guess I should mind my ever-loving-safe-conversation-101 manners....
I am difficult, stubborn, restless, and argumentative at times.
I an often not satisfied with the 'status quo' I want to know who made it status and why the rest of us did not get a vote or a veto...
Sometimes conversations that I have can easily lead to misunderstandings. While I DO feel bad, I won't apologise for my feelings...not that I am expected to do so anymore...
When I say that I dislike (despise actually) 'white-bread' America - that does not necessarily mean my neighbors - however do I think most people in 'white America' are pedestrian, boring dullards? You bet your ass I do. I also think they are in turn raising a generation of spoiled, whiny, well-to-do brats that only seem to be interested in where their next toy is coming from (that is as long as they don't have to spend their allowances on said toy). (Note: I am sure the same was said about my generation - well...considering I was raised by parents who lived through the depression).
Do I begrudge anyone what they've earned? Am I jealous? Am I talking about my friends or their kids (um...just a clue I would not be friends with such vapid, banal people)?
Of course not!
However, I am sick of living in the land of plenty where, as I walk through the streets (in the pouring rain as I was today - not that that has anything to do with this rant) of average - somewhat upper - middle class America's neighbourhoods, I see usually not one but often 2 even 3 vehicles (and usually one of them is an SUV)parked in their 2 car garages, while the docile idiots who live there are all gathered in front of the opiate glow of their big-screen TVs - meanwhile we still have homeless and hungry people in this country - what.the.fuck. is up with this picture?
I have been told I 'think outside the box'. That I am not the 'typical' 'American Woman' - I thank my lucky stars everyday for that. I'd rather be poor than oblivious and a muggle any day of the week.
It does not mean I think the people I happen to live next door to are bad people - really I don't - but I don't want to go to their cocktail parties either and furthermore, I never have. However, I'd love to sit and discuss politics, religion, and how we need to go about solving the hunger/homeless problems we have here in the good ole' US of A. We probably (most likely) won't agree; whether it be our politics or our solutions - but at least it's a dialog and that's a start. My problem is that often when you bring up such subjects in what my mother would have labeled 'polite company' you make those TV-watching 'pedestrians' squirm (quite a bit), and perhaps that's why they call it 'polite' - sorry to be rude kids - I guess I should mind my ever-loving-safe-conversation-101 manners....
posted by Colette at 4:49 PM
1 Comments:
The kids were lookingat the newspapaer this morning and made the comment that their mom would be happy that the Cleveland Indians were in the newspaper.
I've known it for a while, but I guess it sort of "clicked" this morning that there's a name for what I see my my ex as; American White Bread (AWB).
I think everything you said about the AWB condition applies to her.
Just my $.02 comment and observation.
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