You see, caring about your family, your ancestors, your lineage, your children, is “actually absurd,” apparently. And by implication, some kinds of context – where you came from, say – are to be scorned as worthless.
You see, caring about your family, your ancestors, your lineage, your children, is “actually absurd,” apparently. And by implication, some kinds of context – where you came from, say – are to be scorned as worthless.
Being a history nut I have made myself very aware of my place in history. Like everyone else I am descended from royalty, my earliest ancestors being James V Stewart of Scotland and his father-in-law Henry VII Tudor of England. I beat out my wife who was descended from snooty English financiers and slave owners with her earliest king being Edward III.
The wealthiest societies are those where each individual sees themselves as a cog in the generational wheel. Their job is to take what they are given and make themselves and their children better off than their parents. Ever wonder why Jews have money? That’s why.
Oh! I too, am a HUGE history (and geography) nerd. I find it interesting how certain traits keep re-appearing in each generation. On my paternal side, our father traced the family history back to the early 1700’s in Scotland. We come from a long line of master builders. I was a commercial interior designer doing hospitality design and one brother was a residential architect. There is also a strong mathematical gene with our younger brother being a CMA, our sister being so good with money she died a millionaire and my daughter is a computer programmer designing algorythms. As well, our family had a respect for education, you keep on learning until the day you die.
There are certain ethnic groups who have a strong respect for education and they always do well in life.
My granddaughter Ronnie is one year old today, she’s perfect, loves flowers and bees and most of the bugs she meets near Nanaimo BC Canada, she’ll be wearing an outfit with peaches on it today for her birthday, and opening up small gifts like the book “Love you Forever” by Robert Munsch and “The Great Cookie Kerfuffle” by Jessica Shaw. There will be pancakes for breakfast, and I imagine there’ll be cake at dinner, possibly before dinner because “you’re only one once” and dinner can wait, and frankly her perfect mom Brooke (her perfectly normal twin Ben too) was very much like her back in the early 90’s.
She’s a rapid crawler, makes very small steps, somewhat unsteady standing, just starting on her living room size monkey bars.
So fricken perfectly normal. She’s just like her mom.
As for “linage” it’s mostly Polish, a bit from those British islands, a bit from France…
an independent streak.
“…some kinds of context – where you came from, say – are to be scorned as worthless…”
Well, unless you come from some Third World craphole. Then we’re all supposed to respect your culture and celebrate your fricking holidays like they matter.
Context is only worthless when you’re White and you come from -here-.
As a descendent of those open borders champions, the Vikings, I celebrate diversity. I think outside the box and embrace morality from various cultures, much as some people like the many pavilions at folk fest.
That is why I support the undocumented human organ brokers in my community; I appreciate the conversion of basements to sound proof housing for those seeking the Canadian dream; attend Sati; and, the various other ways of financial self aggrandizement that are pooh-poohed by the reactionary settler colonialist far white acid right heteronormatives. Phooey on them.
Thinking outside the box? I’ve lost girlfriends by doing that.
Look, you can get by thinking outside the box. You can get by thinking with your dick. But thinking with your dick outside the box can be fatal to a relationship.