firecat

cjsmith wrote:
if you can't stand the culture you are in, if the mores and assumptions that surround you are detrimental to your own mental health, you must create your own culture. Great idea. I hereby pronounce myself a culture of one.

And I replied in a comment:
Woo fucking hoo! I really needed to hear that right now.

My culture: Being of use matters. Making and/or appreciating beauty matters. Curiosity matters. Politeness matters. (Miss Manners is the Secretary of State in my culture.) Communication matters. Not taking yourself too seriously is encouraged. Please confine dishing/whinging to designated areas. Thank you.

Current Mood: awake
Current Music: birdsong and leaf-breezes

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firecat

Only I think I'll go for simply "embracing differences." It's harder for me to embrace my own contradictions than other people's...

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figmo.livejournal.com

I'm used to my own differences. I grew up with them. :-)

I also grew up assuming nobody was like me because, just within my immediate family, we had three different religions, really different intelligence levels, highly varying education levels, "lefties" and "righties" (referring to dominant hands here), varying political beliefs, varying physical builds, and multiple ethnicities and colorations.

I'd watch "Lawrence Welk" with Mom's parents and find it highly entertaining because I didn't know anyone who was actually like that. Dad's parents couldn't stand him. Somehow, though, I heard this was supposed to represent "middle America." I saw TV families, and they didn't look like mine.

The only thing we all had in common was we were all human beings (except for Peppy and Djinn-Djinn.... ;-) ).

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firecat

My parents' generation of my family started out pretty homogenous (somewhat intelligent white small town protestant professionals married with kids) but my generation has been somewhat exogamous.

It was cool to discover how much I was like my cousins who I never saw very much growing up. There's going to be a family reunion in Las Vegas in August, and that ought to be a real trip. (If we don't all just turn into salt, in the heat.)