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Dec. 14th, 2011 12:50 pm( Deutsch )
I swear, if one more person tries to cat-help me today I'm going to rip their throat out with my teeth. I am frustrated beyond belief.
On the plus side, Sorcerers chewing on each other is always fun, as long as it isn't descending into augh run and hide under the bed territory.
I will say, I am glad I moved the fuck out of Cincinnati. I don't define myself as a white person or a person of color (and now that I type that out the binary of it irritates me both in the way of phrasing and in the way I can't come up with an easy fix for the words), I don't think about things like that much at all. I had to actually stop and think what I wanted on my ShowMe because I so rarely identify myself as one race in particular. And yet, Cincinnati is the only place I have ever felt treated as dirty, second-class, or what have you because of my non-pure ethnic heritage. I'm half-Mexican, for those of you wondering what I'm blathering on about. Half-Mexican, half-wharrgble, where wharrgbble stands in for a bizarre mix of Eastern European, Western European, and some distant Native American.
And in Cincinnati I was treated to the most bizarre mix of receptions. Being looked on as the 'hired help' and being looked down their noses at, literally. I don't think I've ever seen someone literally look down their nose at me. It was a really peculiar sensation. And then having some jackass financial manager person tell me that it was great that I spoke Spanish, it made me ideal because I could bring all the benefits of their company to the hard-working Mexicans. I have never wanted to hit someone with a table quite so much in my life. So, yeah. I have some confused racial identity issues. Although I definitely prefer that I have the luxury of not having to think about it much, here. Tanning up as it gets warmer will be interesting. And still, I am so goddamn glad I moved out of Cincinnati. Fuckers. Post-racial society, where again?
Right. Um. I have Shit To Do. And at some point I should go down to the stationary store and see about some stationary for writing of letters to grandparent. I might as well link that to check-in day so I remember. Oi, too much crap to do, too little time. I suppose that's what I have this icon for.
I swear, if one more person tries to cat-help me today I'm going to rip their throat out with my teeth. I am frustrated beyond belief.
On the plus side, Sorcerers chewing on each other is always fun, as long as it isn't descending into augh run and hide under the bed territory.
I will say, I am glad I moved the fuck out of Cincinnati. I don't define myself as a white person or a person of color (and now that I type that out the binary of it irritates me both in the way of phrasing and in the way I can't come up with an easy fix for the words), I don't think about things like that much at all. I had to actually stop and think what I wanted on my ShowMe because I so rarely identify myself as one race in particular. And yet, Cincinnati is the only place I have ever felt treated as dirty, second-class, or what have you because of my non-pure ethnic heritage. I'm half-Mexican, for those of you wondering what I'm blathering on about. Half-Mexican, half-wharrgble, where wharrgbble stands in for a bizarre mix of Eastern European, Western European, and some distant Native American.
And in Cincinnati I was treated to the most bizarre mix of receptions. Being looked on as the 'hired help' and being looked down their noses at, literally. I don't think I've ever seen someone literally look down their nose at me. It was a really peculiar sensation. And then having some jackass financial manager person tell me that it was great that I spoke Spanish, it made me ideal because I could bring all the benefits of their company to the hard-working Mexicans. I have never wanted to hit someone with a table quite so much in my life. So, yeah. I have some confused racial identity issues. Although I definitely prefer that I have the luxury of not having to think about it much, here. Tanning up as it gets warmer will be interesting. And still, I am so goddamn glad I moved out of Cincinnati. Fuckers. Post-racial society, where again?
Right. Um. I have Shit To Do. And at some point I should go down to the stationary store and see about some stationary for writing of letters to grandparent. I might as well link that to check-in day so I remember. Oi, too much crap to do, too little time. I suppose that's what I have this icon for.