When I was at Save-A-Lot earlier this semester, I got in line with a couple things behind an elderly black man with a shopping cart full of food. He told me to "go ahead, miss," and waved me ahead of him in line. I hesitated, but accepted because I wasn't sure what to do. As the lady rang me up, I said, "Thank you, you didn't have to do that."
"I don't have to do a lot of things," he said, shaking his head. "Some people privileged, some people ain't. That's how the world works." I shook my head yes, not knowing what to say to that true but uncomfortable statement. I paid for my food, told him to have a nice day and thanked him again, and made my way back to my apartment. This happened a few months ago, but it still pops up in my head and strikes me as particularly poignant.
some people privileged, some people ain't, isn't that the sad, sad truth.
on a funnier note,
a friend and I were in Save-A-Lot earlier this week and were trying to decide between Tostidos brand tortilla chips or the Save-A-Lot brand Senora Verde.
"We should probably just get the cheap Senora Verde kind, they probably taste the same," I said.
Without missing a beat, the employee stocking shelves next to me goes, "Hey. Senora isn't cheap - she may be easy, but she's certainly not cheap!"
I bust out laughing, pointed the chips at him, said "Touche," and walked away.
Oh, Save-A-Lot.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Silly Ad Dump
Oh yes, it's that time again...... for SILLY ADS. Silly ads are silly.
My credit score is.... :<
Who love Auto Insurance? This guy!!!
YEAH!!! Wait... what?
OH thank god! Lola wants to be my friend!!!
Meh.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Shenanigans on Baltimore public transportation
So today.. let me preface this story by saying that it was not cold temperature-wise, but the wind-chill factor made it FREEZING.
So there was this kid sitting on the light rail wearing only a tee-shirt. The guy behind him, this skinny, wiry-looking white guy (who is listening to loud rap music on his cell phone speaker), starts picking on him for not wearing enough clothes.
"Hey man, didn't you bother to check the weather before going out of your house? It's a little cold for that, don't you think?" Etc.
The guy sitting across from him takes a break from putting his black hoodie over his face and staring creepily at me and proceeds to ream him out for talking so rudely.
"Don't be a dick, why you gotta be a dick, leave him alone, if he was my son I would kick your ass," etcetera.
Jess and I just look at each other, trying really hard not to laugh. They keep up this pathetic fight in slurred, inarticulate sentences while the poor kid sits in between them, obviously really uncomfortable.
"I wasn't being a dick, was I?" the guy asks.
"No, but leave me out of it." The kid responds.
Black hoodie guy gets off in Mount Washington, and as soon as he leaves the train, the first guy starts waxing poetic about how black hoodie guy was lucky that he "caught him on a good day, in a good mood, otherwise he'd beat him up with a knife, he wouldn't even make it off the train."
True gems such as: "Spoken by a true addict, junkie mu'fucker. Junkie mu'fuckers like him, I'm glad they're junkies, let 'em all fuckin' die, they're all fuckin' bitches, the world don't need no more bitches, they just suck the system dry until it's gone."
He then leaves his seat and walks into the empty front of the car, where he grabs the standing bars and proceeds to do pull-ups furiously while still yelling about the "Addict mu'fucker, who is he to tell me what to do, he's lucky I'm in a good mood, he's real lucky."
He continues to shout furiously about junkie mu'fuckers at this poor sweaterless kid and stomp around until he gets off at his stop. As soon as he leaves, Jess Sam and I burst into laughter. Too funny.
And then, as soon as we think the shenanigans are over, a voice comes on the PA system and tells us, "Because the trains are so behind schedule, we have to ask you to get off this train and wait for the next car." So we are thrust back out into the blasting cold wind for another 10 minutes, shivering and huddling for warmth. (and using Sam as a wind breaker!)
And then there was a coke bottle full of frothy piss rolling around on the car floor of the next train.
ALWAYS GOOD TIMES ON THE LIGHT RAIL!
So there was this kid sitting on the light rail wearing only a tee-shirt. The guy behind him, this skinny, wiry-looking white guy (who is listening to loud rap music on his cell phone speaker), starts picking on him for not wearing enough clothes.
"Hey man, didn't you bother to check the weather before going out of your house? It's a little cold for that, don't you think?" Etc.
The guy sitting across from him takes a break from putting his black hoodie over his face and staring creepily at me and proceeds to ream him out for talking so rudely.
"Don't be a dick, why you gotta be a dick, leave him alone, if he was my son I would kick your ass," etcetera.
Jess and I just look at each other, trying really hard not to laugh. They keep up this pathetic fight in slurred, inarticulate sentences while the poor kid sits in between them, obviously really uncomfortable.
"I wasn't being a dick, was I?" the guy asks.
"No, but leave me out of it." The kid responds.
Black hoodie guy gets off in Mount Washington, and as soon as he leaves the train, the first guy starts waxing poetic about how black hoodie guy was lucky that he "caught him on a good day, in a good mood, otherwise he'd beat him up with a knife, he wouldn't even make it off the train."
True gems such as: "Spoken by a true addict, junkie mu'fucker. Junkie mu'fuckers like him, I'm glad they're junkies, let 'em all fuckin' die, they're all fuckin' bitches, the world don't need no more bitches, they just suck the system dry until it's gone."
He then leaves his seat and walks into the empty front of the car, where he grabs the standing bars and proceeds to do pull-ups furiously while still yelling about the "Addict mu'fucker, who is he to tell me what to do, he's lucky I'm in a good mood, he's real lucky."
He continues to shout furiously about junkie mu'fuckers at this poor sweaterless kid and stomp around until he gets off at his stop. As soon as he leaves, Jess Sam and I burst into laughter. Too funny.
And then, as soon as we think the shenanigans are over, a voice comes on the PA system and tells us, "Because the trains are so behind schedule, we have to ask you to get off this train and wait for the next car." So we are thrust back out into the blasting cold wind for another 10 minutes, shivering and huddling for warmth. (and using Sam as a wind breaker!)
And then there was a coke bottle full of frothy piss rolling around on the car floor of the next train.
ALWAYS GOOD TIMES ON THE LIGHT RAIL!
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Something I thought about while I was printing yesterday:
The 6 stages of American/European/christian dealings with cultures other than their own:
"discovery" - funny, the thought that you can "discover" a culture that was probably there long before you.
misunderstanding - seeing that someone else's culture is different from yours, and not understanding why they do things differently or don't do the things you do.
disgust/fear - not understanding why people don't do the things you do, and hating and fearing them for not doing things the way you do; considering their culture and way of living inferior to yours, or a threat to yours.
oppression/eradication - turning that misunderstanding and hatred into a frenzy of destruction or "conversion"- either trying to convert people to your "side" so you can understand them within your context or just wiping them out entirely.
acceptance - eventually a few people see through the hatred and misunderstanding and realize that their treatment of other people has been unfair. They feel guilty and being to tolerate or sometimes even accept that certain culture (while often fearing a different one)
re-appropriation/bastardization - eventually this acceptance or tolerance filters down and becomes more engrained, until they think that it is acceptable behavior to adopt, change and mock these cultures.
e.g. THIS http://www.dees-fancydress.co.uk/catalog/sitting-bull-indian-costume-p-917.html
The 6 stages of American/European/christian dealings with cultures other than their own:
"discovery" - funny, the thought that you can "discover" a culture that was probably there long before you.
misunderstanding - seeing that someone else's culture is different from yours, and not understanding why they do things differently or don't do the things you do.
disgust/fear - not understanding why people don't do the things you do, and hating and fearing them for not doing things the way you do; considering their culture and way of living inferior to yours, or a threat to yours.
oppression/eradication - turning that misunderstanding and hatred into a frenzy of destruction or "conversion"- either trying to convert people to your "side" so you can understand them within your context or just wiping them out entirely.
acceptance - eventually a few people see through the hatred and misunderstanding and realize that their treatment of other people has been unfair. They feel guilty and being to tolerate or sometimes even accept that certain culture (while often fearing a different one)
re-appropriation/bastardization - eventually this acceptance or tolerance filters down and becomes more engrained, until they think that it is acceptable behavior to adopt, change and mock these cultures.
e.g. THIS http://www.dees-fancydress.co.uk/catalog/sitting-bull-indian-costume-p-917.html
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
AAAAAAAAA
Just rediscovered my favorite song from when I was 15:
Seventeen and stung out
on confusion
Trapped inside a roll of
dissillusion
I found out what it takes
to be a man
No, Mom and Dad will never
understand
Secrets collecting dust
but never forget
Skeletons come to
life in my closet
I found out what it takes
to be a man
Mom and Dad will never
understand
What's happening to me
Seventeen and COMING CLEAN
for the first time
I finally figured out myself
for the first time
I found out what it takes
to be a man
Mom and dad will never
understand
What happened to me
LOL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGGGSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
Seventeen and stung out
on confusion
Trapped inside a roll of
dissillusion
I found out what it takes
to be a man
No, Mom and Dad will never
understand
Secrets collecting dust
but never forget
Skeletons come to
life in my closet
I found out what it takes
to be a man
Mom and Dad will never
understand
What's happening to me
Seventeen and COMING CLEAN
for the first time
I finally figured out myself
for the first time
I found out what it takes
to be a man
Mom and dad will never
understand
What happened to me
LOL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGGGSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
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