What worries me is that all right, I didn't know many Indian people at all when I was growing up - Liverpool isn't known for its multiculturalism, it's true - but when I went to Oxford, I was still looking. There are a half-dozen student societies for Indians and Hindus, and I went along a few times, but it was so... oh, I don't know. They were like miniature versions of their parents. Some of them were even going bald in the same places. It was all about maintaining "traditional values", all about parroting lines about old-school Bollywood and old gender roles. No one questioned anything, no one even wanted to.
And then I got pinned in a corner by a bespectacled Indian CompSci who then spent ten minutes telling me my litany of Western sins - my clothes, my hair, my language - and then I gave up. It doesn't make sense to me.
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on 2007-07-31 02:26 am (UTC)What worries me is that all right, I didn't know many Indian people at all when I was growing up - Liverpool isn't known for its multiculturalism, it's true - but when I went to Oxford, I was still looking. There are a half-dozen student societies for Indians and Hindus, and I went along a few times, but it was so... oh, I don't know. They were like miniature versions of their parents. Some of them were even going bald in the same places. It was all about maintaining "traditional values", all about parroting lines about old-school Bollywood and old gender roles. No one questioned anything, no one even wanted to.
And then I got pinned in a corner by a bespectacled Indian CompSci who then spent ten minutes telling me my litany of Western sins - my clothes, my hair, my language - and then I gave up. It doesn't make sense to me.
(I LOSE AT LIFE. *g*)