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some stuff July 12, 2006

Filed under: Uncategorized — himbly @ 11:38 pm

Now…

I thought that we did not pass judgement on others based on certain things. I thought that we did not pass judgement based on ethnicity, religion, gender,

-umm…personally, I think political leanings (as long as they aren’t actively harmful) are in this list but of course we all pass judgement on those who’s politics do not mesh with our own…however, although I think the coffee shop down the street ought to be perfectly able and allowed to post the sign “no anarchists” on their door…I just don’t think it’s particularly cool…anyway, where was I? –

, and/or sexual orientation…did I miss any? Oh yes..how could I forget as this is one of the points of this post. What one’s country of origin…or residence…is. Which brings me to the unashamed bashing of Americans that I hear all the freaking time. It’s not right. There is nothing wrong with Americans no matter what policies you disagree with. I think we’ve established in many other countries that the government is not the people….so why is it acceptable to bash Americans?

So, just because I’m Canadian, please do not think I will full heartly join you in your mindless bashing of foreigners…even if those foreigners happen to look and speak just like us. It’s still not okay.

…and…with that in mind…just because I’m white does not mean that I will join in with your nods and winks when it comes to commenting on those of different colour. Strangers and acquaintances will make a comment on other ethnicities as if I got the white person newsletter and paid my white person dues so that I understand the white person talk. No. I do not accept your bigotry, even if I am white.

…and (thinking about the Stampede party I went to today where our recent acquirers met us (their newly acquirees) at the Palamino bar for an all afternoon eat/drink/boredom fest) just because I’m a girl and you’re drunk does not mean you get to grab my arm and rub it as I’m making my way out the door. Or any time, for that matter. What is it with men and their uninvited touching?? None of my male friends who I spent the afternoon chatting with would have dreamed of grabbing my arm and rubbing it, so…Mr. Drunk and Dorky…why on earth did you think that it was a good idea? Besides, who goes to a work function to get laid?

…and…I need to admit that I am ashamed because of three events I just described to you (all of which occured today), none of the perpertrators received more than an akward pause and a change in subject. Well, the last guy got a icy look and a hasty exit…but the first two deserved much worse and I need to work on that.

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3 Responses to “some stuff”

  1. kelly Says:

    true the american foreign policy is a sham, but after going to the gorge which was 98% american (50% portland and seattle hipsters, 48% college kids doing beer bongs, listening to ben harper and growing their hair out for the first time), all the american’s were unfailingly polite, even when our drunken friend cam was surfing people on the lawn.
    they seem to enjoy littering though, canadians litter, but they really seem to like leaving tall cans of Coors lite on the ground.

    the canadians were embarassing during the trajically hip show, lots of balding chubby nerds shouting for the Hip. i’m story canada, the hip suck, and gord downy running around spastically and yelling “You’re not a man, microphone stand!” does not equal showmanship.

    One up for the USA.

    i was explaing to my co-workers that the stampede was like prom for middleaged drunk nerds.
    your entry makes it sound about right.

  2. Himbly Says:

    hahahhahaha…

    Yeah, Stampede work parties never really bring the best out of the oil patch.

    I like the rest of what you said, but I’ve got to get to work.

  3. Anonymous Says:

    Personally, I wouldn’t rub your arm. I also feel that anyone who WOULD rub your arm is ill and psychotic and probably needs therapy. I hope you feel the same way about my arm.


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