So I'm sitting with my wife in a park in the West Village in NYC after watching a really fun gay pride parade, and we overhear a very nasal, pretentious, and oblivious white girl in her early twenties talk about how she, like, totally loves Asia and the free, tolerant spirit there, and like how totally not conservative they are about sex there.
We were both swallowing laughter and I thought about actually turning to her and telling her how profoundly wrong she was, but decided against it.
What would you have done? Have you ever been in a similar situation and actually called the idiot out?
dump wife, bang early 20's chick
I would have done exactly the same as you, thinkofachange.
I've told this one before, sorry, but years ago I was having an after pub curry in a Camden curry house and some kid was loudly regaling his friends with his tales of derring-do in India.
When his curry arrived, he insisted on scooping up hot, runny balti with his right hand and flicking it into his mouth. When his friends recoiled, he said something along the lines of, "Yah, well I can't eat it any other way now. This is how they eat in India and it seems more natural for me."
Oh, oh, oh. I really felt for the silly sod. He was a kid; he'd had an experience and was laying it on a bit (and hand on heart who hasn't at some point) but I was really embarrassed for him.
He'll be about 35 now. I bet he cringes himself if he remembers.
"Take this, brother; may it serve you well."
it would still feel good to just turn around and say fuck off, but that wouldn't be nice.
What I can't stand are pretentious assholes who move to NYC and become 'real' New Yorkers after a few months or a year. So glad I grew up in Brooklyn where real people live and didn't have to deal with Ohio-transplanted Manhattanites lining up outside Zabar's.
1. I never understood people who are proud of where they happen to have been born, whether it's nationalists from Thailand, Austria, Alabama, or NYC.
2. "There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter--the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last--the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company."-E.B. White
The correct and best response is to say nothing upon hearing someone voice a mistaken opinion or fact which will neither harm himself nor others.
“Everyone carries a part of society on his shoulders; no one is relieved of his share of responsibility by others. And no one can find a safe way for himself if society is sweeping towards destruction. . . . What is needed to stop the trend towards socialism and despotism is common sense and moral courage.” Ludwig von Mises
There are few problems in life that cannot be solved with toast.
One of them, however, is opening a can of corned beef with that stupid key. This cannot easily be done at the best of times, and toast is of surprisingly little use in resolving the issue.