Are you in the mood for some rambling on and on, with no real main point?
Here ya go:
I’m a walking, talking (well sometime mumbling) racial stereotype – so I’ve been told by unnamed family menbers. I love fried chicken and watermelon is my favorite fruit. I’m an embarrassment to some. (sidetrack” I hate the words “embarrasado” and “hysteria” because of they seem to imply that pregnancy is an embarrassment and that hysteria is a women’s thing) back to our story
I have family members that don’t want me to order these delicious treats when out in public. They want to keep my behavior a secret. These family members would probably try to “pass” if they were a little lighter in complexion and anything that points to “non-mainstream” as one cousin calls it is taboo to them. (sellouts!!!)
These are the same family members who looked at me in disgust when I first started loc’ing my hair and my head was covered in the little baby nubs. (you cut all processed or relaxed hair off so that your hair will loc and the new growth is twisted into little baby dreads which I call nubs). One relative started calling me “Whoopie” (for Ms. Goldberg) – another asked if I were a gay radical since I “wanted to look like one”. Yet another would hum the “Roots” theme music when I’d walk into a room. These are college educated people with ingrained self hatred I suppose.
I didn’t realize how closed minded my own family could be – or how much some of them judge a persons’s worth by their appearance.
I can be cruel sometimes, so if I find myself out and about with one of these pretentious biddies, I’ll always be sure to order my chicken fried and my watermelon cool. The horrified looks on their faces is always worth it.
I don’t dislike Paris Hilton. If paparazzi followed me 24/7, I’ll bet they’d find some dirt to publish. I don’t run around “commando” style (except possibly on laundry day) so there wouldn’t be interesting snatch photos, but I’m not as sweet as I used to be. (can anyone name the movie the bold face quote is taken from?) and I’d probably be caught doing something embarrassing.
It’s true that Paris has been a bit of a media hound, but I think that it’s gotten way out of her control. I didn’t laugh when she was sent back to jail last week. I tried to imagine the feeling of being confined even just for a week and I hope she’s okay. (I just got stopped for tags and could have gone to jail myself – the officer was pretty cool in just writing me a ticket.) If her mother had given her more than just an appreciation for material things then she may not be in this situation. If I can have empathy for others without home training, then I can feel concerned for Paris Hilton too.
I’ve been watching quite a bit of Far from reality TV. I’m fascinated by the girls in “Charm School“. Fascinated. No one I know speaks the way they do, dresses like them or fights so easily. It’s like watching a National Geographic special on hyenas or tarantulas – they’re ugly but interesting.
I’ve also been watching the “Real World Reunion” of the Las Vegas group. Oh. My. God. (this time TV character quote). The two black chicks, Alyssa and Aryanne (however you spell it) are such dramatic little twerps. They’re either crying, shouting or doing that black girl neck thing. I can’t seem to look away.
Saddest confession – I watch “My Sweet Sixteen” in horror, but I keep tuning in. Total lack of class or kindness and these are children. The parents (loosely using term) are idiots with too much money.
In the last month or two I’ve also watched Australia’s Next Top Model, America’s Next Top Model, American Idol, So You Think You Can Dance, and Top Chef.
I think I need to step away from the television.