Help me Batman!
Blurgh!! I was all excited to write a critical response with intelligent questions and observations and analytical opinions about Color of Fear and this is what I've got after 25 minutes:
Besides their ethnicities, a major difference among the group members in Color of Fear is the way that they each define “American”. David Lee, of Chinese descent, describes himself as an American, fully and absolutely. He was born and educated in America, and believes that to be proof enough. The group’s leader and director of the film, Lee Mun Wah introduces himself as Chinese, and explains that his refusal to refer to himself as Chinese American comes from the fact that in Chinese, American means white. Until that changes, he will not describe himself as such. Victor, of African descent, claims that ‘human’, ‘white’ and ‘American’ are synonyms. He states that their is no American ethnicity, that a person has to throw away their ethnicity to become American. I can certainly see what Victor means, but to me, “American” has always simply meant anybody born or living in the United States for a period of time longer than a vacation or ‘year abroad’ scenario. When I hear the word American, I admit that I automatically think United States of America. However, Roberto made a really good point about how he noticed that people from the US don’t think don’t think of the term ‘American’ as being inclusive of South Americans (or even Canadians), but to him 'American' includes people from South America.
I am a better fucking writer than that! And I have 2 full pages of notes I'm writing from! God damn it I am so cheesed off! Why am I talking about Canada?? I am embarrassed to actually be posting this, for fear that you will actually read it and laugh (or raise an eyebrow) at this...LESS THAN MEDIOCRE BULLSHIT.
So I'm distancing myself from it for a minute with the distraction that is LJ and its ability to take my rants and spin them into gold. Or something.
I'll be seriously disappointed if I have to turn 2 pages of shit like this in to Owen on Wednesday. My brain isn't...forming sentences out of thoughts the way I'd like. Blah.
Previously mentioned boots:
yay. I found them in our basement last year, I think they're Amy's from high school? I never got around to asking her.
Oh hey, remember when I said Owen was the only transgendered person I've ever met? LIES! I freaking work with two Male To Females. Marilyn, who is really nice and never smells like smoke even though she smokes every break, and Siobann, who is surly and glares a lot.
Deep breaths and then back to this paper, which will be coherent and not repetitive and also not sound like a fourteen year old is typing it.
One last thing, I looooove swim claaaaass. Melissa remembered me right away tonight, and it was pretty full (6 or 7 of us). One of the girls, who actually taught it last spring (I never went in the spring because I was too fucking miserable to exercise, god damn it), approached me in the locker room after and blah blah, I need to meet people. Good. Plus, now my skin smells like chlorine and I fucking love chlorine smelling skin :)
Besides their ethnicities, a major difference among the group members in Color of Fear is the way that they each define “American”. David Lee, of Chinese descent, describes himself as an American, fully and absolutely. He was born and educated in America, and believes that to be proof enough. The group’s leader and director of the film, Lee Mun Wah introduces himself as Chinese, and explains that his refusal to refer to himself as Chinese American comes from the fact that in Chinese, American means white. Until that changes, he will not describe himself as such. Victor, of African descent, claims that ‘human’, ‘white’ and ‘American’ are synonyms. He states that their is no American ethnicity, that a person has to throw away their ethnicity to become American. I can certainly see what Victor means, but to me, “American” has always simply meant anybody born or living in the United States for a period of time longer than a vacation or ‘year abroad’ scenario. When I hear the word American, I admit that I automatically think United States of America. However, Roberto made a really good point about how he noticed that people from the US don’t think don’t think of the term ‘American’ as being inclusive of South Americans (or even Canadians), but to him 'American' includes people from South America.
I am a better fucking writer than that! And I have 2 full pages of notes I'm writing from! God damn it I am so cheesed off! Why am I talking about Canada?? I am embarrassed to actually be posting this, for fear that you will actually read it and laugh (or raise an eyebrow) at this...LESS THAN MEDIOCRE BULLSHIT.
So I'm distancing myself from it for a minute with the distraction that is LJ and its ability to take my rants and spin them into gold. Or something.
I'll be seriously disappointed if I have to turn 2 pages of shit like this in to Owen on Wednesday. My brain isn't...forming sentences out of thoughts the way I'd like. Blah.
Previously mentioned boots:
yay. I found them in our basement last year, I think they're Amy's from high school? I never got around to asking her.
Oh hey, remember when I said Owen was the only transgendered person I've ever met? LIES! I freaking work with two Male To Females. Marilyn, who is really nice and never smells like smoke even though she smokes every break, and Siobann, who is surly and glares a lot.
Deep breaths and then back to this paper, which will be coherent and not repetitive and also not sound like a fourteen year old is typing it.
One last thing, I looooove swim claaaaass. Melissa remembered me right away tonight, and it was pretty full (6 or 7 of us). One of the girls, who actually taught it last spring (I never went in the spring because I was too fucking miserable to exercise, god damn it), approached me in the locker room after and blah blah, I need to meet people. Good. Plus, now my skin smells like chlorine and I fucking love chlorine smelling skin :)