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Sunday, November 20, 2016
EXPLAINING MY PROUD CULTURE
EXPLAINING MY PROUD CULTURE
This re-run is from November 2012. I submit it again in hopes it will promote understanding during this week of Thanksgiving.
(There may be sarcasm involved...based on some previous comments, I had to confirm this.)
OK, this is the third time around...it's the holidays...Wednesday will also be a rerun, and Thursday is a bye.
The recent election has convinced me, much to my disappointment, that this country is still not ready to accept racial and cultural differences. As a member of a new minority this concerns me greatly. I think much of the problem is that people just do not understand my culture and its traditions. I will attempt here to explain my culture and its traditions in the hopes it will promote greater understanding and tolerance.
That’s right, Cranky is a WASP!
A white Anglo-Saxon Protestant.
Cranky's baby spoon...unashamedly born with a silver spoon in my mouth!
I will hide my heritage no longer. I am proud to be a WASP. Oh sure there was that little thing about slavery, but I did some research and it turns out that none of my relatives ever owned other people. Some may have been nasty bastards that took advantage of people of lesser means, but there is no proof of that.
I often read about the difficulty and hardships that people of non-WASP heritage had to endure growing up; well let me tell you, growing up WASP was not a picnic.
At age four I was forced to ride a pony. At age ten I was forced to learn how to sail a boat…by myself…alone! I had to know the difference between a sloop and a ketch; I had to know how to tie a bowline, a half-hitch, a figure-eight and other nautical knots. I had to know how to spell yacht, and learn what red-right-return meant.
I have been subjected to numerous hurtful WASP stereotypes:
All WASPs do not tie the arms of their sweaters around their neck. If you see someone who does this, he is a WASP, but all WASPs do not do this.
All WASPs have thin lips…ok this one is true but it is still hurtful to point it out.
All old WASP men say “Harrumph” a lot. Once again, if an old man says “Harrumph” he is a WASP, but many old WASP men do not say “Harrumph.”
All WASPs are not rich; some are just comfortable.
All WASPs are not named Biff, Buffy, Mitt or Trey. If someone has one of these names, he is a WASP, but all WASPs do not have these names.
I had to endure several WASP rules growing up:
WASPS must not show emotion.
Crying is for women only and then only in private.
Anger must be behind closed doors.
Cursing is unnecessary as long as you can say gosh darn, gol dang, crummy buttons, dang, cheese and rice, shoot or flip, there is no need to curse (WASPs do not say cuss.)
Men can laugh, but knee slapping is frowned upon. Women must hide their mouth and feign embarrassment if they dare to laugh.
Women never burp or fart.
Men will fart, but it will be called breaking wind, and it is never acknowledged by others.
WASPs do not cry at funerals. They sniff and dab at their eyes. Anything else is considered undignified.
WASPs traditionally prefer bland food; flavor may trigger emotion.
WASP children are not brats…they are precocious.
WASPs are never wrong…we are misinformed.
WASPs have a special affection for silver. Silver is elegant, gold is “showy.” Silver is especially important at the dinner table. Every setting has several different forks, everyone has a butter knife and there is an array of special silver utensils like a tiny fork for stabbing olives, a giant round knife just for that Thanksgiving cranberry log, and of course a silver cake cutter.
Important WASP utensils Cake cutter not included...I think my brother got it.
My favorite WASP silver is the small silver salt bowl…with a cobalt blue glass insert. A tiny salt spoon held between the thumb and middle finger, and tapped by the index finger distributes the salt. It takes the average WASP years of practice to master this technique.
WASP salt distribution tools
WASPs love antique furniture. Holidays at a WASP house smell of turkey, silver polish and furniture polish.
WASPs like uncomfortable clothes.
WASPs do not get drunk…we get inebriated.
I would tell you about WASPs and sex, but I am a WASP.
Most WASPs are good people. We have a heart, we go to church, we give to charity, and we are honest and hardworking. We love our family, and we love our country.
Kind of like you.
I hope some of these rules and traditions have helped you to better understand my culture. I am a WASP. I am proud to be a WASP. Someday maybe non-WASP people will learn to be tolerant of our traditions.