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I do not understand this phenomena of going up to a person with a baby and start talking to the baby, without even addressing the adult with said infant.
I find it rude and aggravating. Just personally, I have no idea how other people with babies perceive this social annoyance.
I mean, who the hell do they think they are? walking up to a person (who happens to be busy eating and/or reading, since they don't get much a chance to do at home because they have a baby to watch over) and disturb them and think it's fine and dandy, since they're complementing the baby and by extension you, that is me.
It sort of evaporates when whoever is fawning over the charming Libby, discovers (when I correct them) that I am her aunt, the mystique is gone, the bubble burst and I am no longer as interesting as they thought I was; all by virtue of the fact that I am not "Mummy" only "Aunty".
And I can just see what flows through their brain - "Poor baby, being left to be taken care of by a young woman who isn't her mother".
I can only assume, and of course I am projecting my own rage, they don't think - "Poor mother, she needs help with the baby," or "Why isn't there a father?" that is if they are even progressive enough to think of a father being an equal partner in the rearing of a baby.
The point of this hucking spiel.
Being in the US and away from my default environment and existence in the lovely, tiny land of Israel-Palestine, I must assert my identity.
Just by looking at me: shaved head, pale white skin, an average array of clothes consisting of cords, jeans, numerous styles of tank tops and t-shirts, I am just a run-o-the-mill, average, American girl (shaved head notwithstanding. Even talking, I manage to camouflage my way in here, due to my knack of emulating the accent of whomever I am talking to.
My American friends can assert this fact (or tell me I'm imagining things, am I?).
It is a knack that drives my family crazy (it is also the source of numerous teasing from my brother) and I make sure to swallow my "R"'s and hollow my vowels when I speak to non-South Africans in English in their presence.

Yup, we are pigeonholed by the people who see us by virtue of the environment we are in and the accessories we bring into said environment.
I don't really have anything significant to say about this, I'm just commenting on an observation of the human condition.

I also thought of an idea for a Fantasy-Sci-Fi epic which would look great as a comic book.
[livejournal.com profile] nurint you wanna be a comic drawer for my thing once there's an actual plot going and it goes beyond a pathetic prologue and a main character?

Date: 2006-06-10 01:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nurint.livejournal.com
Yes! Yes! Pick me! Pick me! :))))
Can you tell me what's it about? (and what happened to Sweeney? I miss reading random scenes :P)

Date: 2006-06-10 01:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eumelia.livejournal.com
Sweeny is in Limbo. Aparrantly without the people who inspire the other characters he's a bit lost all by himself.

I'm sending you an email with the crappy prolouge :)

Date: 2006-06-10 02:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nurint.livejournal.com
Well, get back to Israel, we'll inspire you good ;)

Sent you a reply (and now I'm trying extremely hard to not make a snarky comment about you taking the example and actually replying to me every now and then as well...) (oops, guess I didn't try hard enough ;)). I'll probably be of more creative use for you at more conventional hours (and my English grammer will probably improve as well), so I think I'll call it a night while it's still not *full* daylight outside ;)

Date: 2006-06-10 08:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hagar-972.livejournal.com
While we're at it... remember a certain cartoon for an icon? What's up with that?

Date: 2006-06-10 12:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nurint.livejournal.com
I didn't forget it, was just lacking the time needed to do it... Sent it now, hopefully the corrected version would be better, but let me know if it's not enough...

Date: 2006-06-10 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lifeofresearch.livejournal.com
Many people make assumptions about what they see and then make comments. In your case the assumptions they make are wrong and then they are clueless as to what to say to keep the conversation going. Since I have a shaved head and facial hair, which is a very common look for men these days, I get the "I know you from somewhere" comments all the time. Or I get "You look just like someone I know." Where the only thing we have in common is our shaved heads and facial hair. I wish you were coming to Nashville during your stay in the United States because I would love to meet and talk with you but not about our appearance.

Date: 2006-06-10 02:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orcabee.livejournal.com
i don't know what it is about society that loves to pigeonhole everyone into neat little categories. *rolls eyes*

And, seriously, those people are so ignorant to assume that Libby is a "poor baby" because she's being taken care of by her, *gasp* Aunt!!! Hello, mothers work, it ain't the 50's anymore and Libby's really lucky to be taken care of by you, her Aunt.

yes, you do emulate the accent of whomever you're around :D

Date: 2006-06-11 12:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aesiron.livejournal.com
..even talking, I manage to camouflage my way in here, due to my knack of emulating the accent of whomever I am talking to.
My American friends can assert this fact (or tell me I'm imagining things, am I?).


While I was able to understand you perfectly (in-person :p), you never sounded anything approaching American to me during our two days together

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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