Liz,
I have to say this...
When people do the "I was raised in a black neighborhood and married a Mexican" line in a story, I stop reading.
Why not.....
"I was born and raised in a home that taught me to rise above whatever I lacked in life and to try and become successful........"
I really get tired of the "I was this, then, I am not that, now!"
Everyone is 'where' they came from, that will never change. The only thing that does change is a zip code, maybe? And that weird sense of trying to equate your wife, job and mortgage - that other people could never afford- to justify your niche in the world.
Isn't that what we all are supposed to do?
Grow up and do better than our parents, the more, the better!
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Years ago I stopped playing the martyr game.
All my pride and the "I was born a poor kid" was really a slam against my parents. They gave me the best they could and told me to get off my arse and do something with my life.....
So, when I hear the "poor kid/effed up neighborhood" excuse, I wonder why more people don't realize that instead of starting out with the pity party statement, they should thank the parents that started the whole ball rolling.
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And that stupid BaBa boxer told a military officer she was grilling not to call her, "Ma'am". She earned her title and should be addressed as such.
I am not going to tell the joke I want to.
People go Street Rat Crazy!
http://www.brandfreak.com/jack-in-the-box/
Cool out Baba and grab a smoothie, you moron.
Originally Posted by RICHARD
Liz,
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