toast, naked man, what I can call myself, cultural appropriation
This morning Ming is helping a friend with her yard. I went to free breakfast. I waited a long time at the toast station. We are out of breakfast foods at home.
I can hear the neighbors talking downstairs. One is going to Burning Man soon. I think I will never make it--too expensive. And I am not a party animal.
In Winnemucca there was a kiosk at the visitor's center where you could check your email, but it was busted in.
I never told you that in Portland, we saw a naked man. I was getting on the bus and caught a glimpse of him from behind. Ming said he saw the naked man peeing into a can.
I've been thinking about cultural appropriation and what we can call ourselves. Am I a person of color though I look white and don't speak Spanish? Can I claim that, or should I just say I'm white? It's confusing.
I was hanging out with some Native Americans back when I worked on the res in Bishop and they were talking shit about a kid who was half Native, half white dancing in a competition and doing very well.
Anyway, a friend was talking about seeing someone who looked white wearing a feather in her hair, and Ming and I discussed that yesterday. I was asserting that if she looks white, she shouldn't do it, because who cares if she's one eighth whatever? If she looks white, that's what matters.
But obviously I have some energy about that. I knew a kid in high school who was blond and so into his Native heritage and it made me sick. I was like, get real. You're blond! He was just trying to feel special.
I was on facebook a couple weeks ago and some people were talking about cultural appropriation. Someone was saying how someone was wearing a kimono and wasn't Japanese so it was wrong. That's how all this got turning in my mind.
I know someone who named her white kid "I love you" in some African language. What do you think about that?
On one hand, it's a modern world. On the other hand, respect. I don't have the answers to these interesting questions.
I can hear the neighbors talking downstairs. One is going to Burning Man soon. I think I will never make it--too expensive. And I am not a party animal.
In Winnemucca there was a kiosk at the visitor's center where you could check your email, but it was busted in.
I never told you that in Portland, we saw a naked man. I was getting on the bus and caught a glimpse of him from behind. Ming said he saw the naked man peeing into a can.
I've been thinking about cultural appropriation and what we can call ourselves. Am I a person of color though I look white and don't speak Spanish? Can I claim that, or should I just say I'm white? It's confusing.
I was hanging out with some Native Americans back when I worked on the res in Bishop and they were talking shit about a kid who was half Native, half white dancing in a competition and doing very well.
Anyway, a friend was talking about seeing someone who looked white wearing a feather in her hair, and Ming and I discussed that yesterday. I was asserting that if she looks white, she shouldn't do it, because who cares if she's one eighth whatever? If she looks white, that's what matters.
But obviously I have some energy about that. I knew a kid in high school who was blond and so into his Native heritage and it made me sick. I was like, get real. You're blond! He was just trying to feel special.
I was on facebook a couple weeks ago and some people were talking about cultural appropriation. Someone was saying how someone was wearing a kimono and wasn't Japanese so it was wrong. That's how all this got turning in my mind.
I know someone who named her white kid "I love you" in some African language. What do you think about that?
On one hand, it's a modern world. On the other hand, respect. I don't have the answers to these interesting questions.
posted by Laura-Marie @ 8:35 AM
1 Comments:
At September 02, 2013 5:01 PM,
Liam said…
I think that is interesting about cultural appropriation. I was born in England but my mum's parents were Irish. Am I Irish? I am legally entitled to an Irish passport but I find when I meet genuine Irish people they consider me English.
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