I'm baby dolled out and tit for tat with a dog begins...
Arrived from San Antonio on Thursday and went immediately to work. Friday was Hispanic Appreciation lunch and managed to seat myself far from the unppreciative. Tried not to send silent glares watching them "appreciate" the tacos but bemoan the people. One during the lunch asked me what a tamale was and how does one eat it. I curtly but politely showed him before he shared to everyone that he doesn't buy tamales from Mexican women who sell them door to door because he doubts they comply with health inspection codes. Riiight.
Earlier that week, it took nearly everything in me not to throw a bottled water at him when I drove the rental car through San Antonio and he changed the radio dial to a Conjunto radio station. He then asked me if this was "mariachi" music. I said no. "Well what's the difference? It all sounds like Selena to me."
See, part of me initially felt guilty about posting this because I have never bitched about a coworker in this fashion. But the thing is, if I can go visit another country (see the archives for Bosnia, Kosovo and Holland) and not be afraid to criticize the local prejudice or shortcomings of their society, I'd be a hypocrite not to do it in my own country. I'm just posting this because this is what I view as "soft" racism. Its not overt to anyone but the person of whose culture its mocking. And honestly, I don't think this person would feel so comfortable spouting off his views to me if I was a big gruffy man.
Anyways, moving on, now that that's out of my system, let's leave it at that. I have to pack today for The Valley. And just a heads up, I'm going to take a hiatus from blogging for a month starting mid October.
I'm baby dolled out. I love the baby doll sillouhette but I have to be careful not to look like a life sized doll since I'm only 5' and tend to wear Mary Janes. I don't know what I'm going to do when this style goes out. I bought a gorgeous baby doll/military coat from Banana Republic since everyone told me my baby blue coat is ragged. And then I couldn't help myself when I went to Target and saw all of the equally gorgeous and feminine Alice Temperley clothing for Target's Go International line. What's a girl to do?
I'm also waging a silent war with the little dog that resides at my aunt's house. She's a klepto and invades my privacy when I'm at work. Thus far she was caught with my liquid eyeliner downstairs (egad!), abandoned my pink Ipod in the breakfast nook and took a bite out of my Mexican concha sweetbread.
Earlier that week, it took nearly everything in me not to throw a bottled water at him when I drove the rental car through San Antonio and he changed the radio dial to a Conjunto radio station. He then asked me if this was "mariachi" music. I said no. "Well what's the difference? It all sounds like Selena to me."
See, part of me initially felt guilty about posting this because I have never bitched about a coworker in this fashion. But the thing is, if I can go visit another country (see the archives for Bosnia, Kosovo and Holland) and not be afraid to criticize the local prejudice or shortcomings of their society, I'd be a hypocrite not to do it in my own country. I'm just posting this because this is what I view as "soft" racism. Its not overt to anyone but the person of whose culture its mocking. And honestly, I don't think this person would feel so comfortable spouting off his views to me if I was a big gruffy man.
Anyways, moving on, now that that's out of my system, let's leave it at that. I have to pack today for The Valley. And just a heads up, I'm going to take a hiatus from blogging for a month starting mid October.
I'm baby dolled out. I love the baby doll sillouhette but I have to be careful not to look like a life sized doll since I'm only 5' and tend to wear Mary Janes. I don't know what I'm going to do when this style goes out. I bought a gorgeous baby doll/military coat from Banana Republic since everyone told me my baby blue coat is ragged. And then I couldn't help myself when I went to Target and saw all of the equally gorgeous and feminine Alice Temperley clothing for Target's Go International line. What's a girl to do?
I'm also waging a silent war with the little dog that resides at my aunt's house. She's a klepto and invades my privacy when I'm at work. Thus far she was caught with my liquid eyeliner downstairs (egad!), abandoned my pink Ipod in the breakfast nook and took a bite out of my Mexican concha sweetbread.