Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Learned Something Very Interesting...

Let me foreword this by saying that I am not racist. My best friend is Latino, my other best friend is a Latina. I live in Southern California so really I hardly have any white friends. My college is so diverse. The people I associate with are generally Indian, Armenian, Persian, Hispanic, or African American (and I really mean FROM Africa...when have I ever been known to be politically correct?)

This is an observation, not a racial generalization. My experience thus far, and what I am about to say is certainly subjective.

White guys are not attracted to me. I never cared before recently. I've never thought of race playing a role in what I would look for in the opposite gender. Here's what I've found...

With the exception of Jews, white people of the Americas are the abyss, the vortex, the super-nova black hole, the ultimate lack of culture. I'm sure this really has to do with perception. For example us Californians maintain that we DO NOT have an accent. Well, here we don't, but if we go to Georgia, WE are the ones with accents, not the Georgians. Interesting concept.

So here in the US, we have no culture...relatively speaking.

I have never been bothered by other cultures, in fact I am thrilled to participate in any culture in any way possible! So having lots of friends with strong cultures is great for me (ESPECIALLY the food!)

Until recently, I've never even noticed that white boys aren't attracted to me. They don't approach me, or ask for my number. They don't even look at me in that perverse offensive way that we women secretly enjoy. Yeah girls, you know you complain about those looks all day, but when they AREN'T doing that is when you REALLY get offended.

It seems I'm always attracting either Latino guys or Black guys. Both of those ethnic groups have a lot of culture. I feel I am well-versed with pretty much everything their culture has to offer. I really don't even think about it...just sort of flows.

Something odd happens in the transition from feelings of friendship to feelings of attraction. Somehow the culture is suddenly in the face of both parties involved and it becomes a struggle.

Case in point:

"You don't understand, that's just my culture" if often presented as a "get out of jail free card." Ladies and gentlemen, your culture is not an excuse. I could really go on here about the clashes of culture, but if you've experienced it, you don't need me to explain. If you haven't experienced it, you won't care to read about it, but take this time to give thanks to the copricous god of your choice for saving at least a small part of your sanity.

The majority of the planet's monogamous relationships are homoracial. I came to the realization that it would be much easier to follow suit. Not out of discrimination, nor because I don't like their culture, nor because I think either is better than the other...I'm just taking the easy way out I suppose.

But wait a minute!! White guys aren't attracted to me! They don't approach me, or ask for my number. They don't even look at me in that perverse offensive way that we women secretly enjoy.


Tuesday, January 20, 2009

First Day of School 2009

Today I had Biology Lecture, Chemistry Lab, Lecture, and Discussion.

My Bio professor is brilliant and evokes logical and in-depth thought on concepts. I really like that, but find myself going deeper in thought after he has already moved on to the next topic (eeps!) Today we discussed what "life" means. I realize that sounds quite boring, but actually it was fascinating. He took the dictionary definition of the word "life" and completely made a joke out it. According to the unabridged dictionary, fire is alive. It has the manifestations the dictionary's definition requires: movement, growth, irritability, metabolism, reproduction. Then I started thinking about all the things that could be considered "alive" according to this definition. I love thinking outside of the box, but like I said, I'm entertaining myself with all kinds of rebuttals to the definition and my prof is already on the next topic! Wups! Gotta watch out for that.

My Chemistry Lab prof is a grad student TA...she's like totally valley girl I swear like oh mah gawd she was wearing jeans and a tight shirt and her highlights and high heels were like SO totally cute I mean to die for.

Kill me. Please.

My Chem Lecture/Discussion prof has one of those voices that puts you to sleep...very monotonous. If dirges were a little less melodious, she'd surely make a top notch vocalist in that field.

In high school, we were stronlgy urged to purchage TI 89 (or above) calculator because, according to "them", we would have to use TI 89s for the rest of our high school and college careers. So of course I got one and now that I'm in college, every single class thus far has forbidden the use of those high tech calculators because it's possible to program the machine to calculate formulas for you and/or transmit answers to classmates. So now I have to purchase an equally expensive machine that isn't as awesome.

What I purchased for $100

What I must now purchase for $100


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