For instance, on a company trip a million years ago we rented a SUV. From the moment I sat up in that seat and mashed the go peddle I knew it was a must. I saved my pennies and the following year I purchased one. I've only owned SUVs since.
On the other hand, I, for a brief moment assumed I'd be Mrs. Adam Ant. By the time Billy Idol hit the scene I'd given that up.
But one of my most steadfast desires is one I've held onto for more than a decade,
[Obviously there are those who can trace their ties back to the literal birth of our nation who aren't aligned with any number trackin' organization, but listen,
I can't Google everything...)
I have pestered my genealogy doin' (and saintly) Mom for yeeeeeeears. Now it's important to note the I have contributed zero in the quest to bring such a thing to fruition.
To be truthy, not only have I not helped, I have actively attempted to dissuade the efforts, mainly when several months ago Mom told me she was doing that genealogy DNA test and asked if I wanted to also?
As you may have come to realize by this point I really, reeeeeally want to be in the DAR. A) (and I don't know this to be true,
Flash forward to two months ago. I'm at her (Mom and her hubby's) abode (we call it Southfork), I don't know what we were discussing when out of the blue she says, "oh, there's something I've been meaning to show you" whilst whippin' out the iPad. Before she can even get the sentence out I chime in with, "did you finally get me into the DAR?" Super surprisingly Mom pulls up what, from a bit of a distance I recognize as the layout of a family tree. She goes on to show me one the crazier turn of events I've had in my life. Ya see, as
- But where are you from?
- No, seriously, what are you?
...How's that for a routine affirmation that entire chunks of society have trouble even conceiving that the vaguely brown chick in line with ya is, in fact, what America is too? One must admit that it's a shitty reality when skin hue is the seemingly sole litmus for determining what an American looks like.
That's of course, not its traditional meaning. The mainstream meaning of I-want-my-country-backness is something I've found interesting since it became a thing.
On the surface it's usually explained as; 'I want ol' time-y economics. Or morals. Or standards. Or educational systems. Or workplace settings. Or. Or. Or...' None of which off the cuff sound like nefarious notions.
(Please Note: *Not e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Just employment opportunities, the ability to get a fair mortgage rate or car loans. And; the level of health care received from doctors, dining out, employment opportunities, housing options, treatment in the judicial system, employment opportunities, voting, in education and appendicitis pain management. Also; if you may be in need of an ambulance, and whilst touring a college campus, and riding on a fraternity bus, and h.s. class photo days and when determining if a child is a child or an adult. Or any of the literally hundreds of racial bias cases listed here that have taken place since 2003.)
|* Even if they don't call 'em 'goals'. (ahem) True story.|