semi surreal casual racism - dud, or dud and it does yer fukcing head in a bit as well?

i guess that´s what i am!

Class:Cultural:Economic

Bourgeois != 'Middle Class'

But - hey, perhaps things have changed a leetle since 1844?

Norman's post is a great one. it reminds me VERY much of elevator convos among almost universally "older" men about wanting to bend the secretary over the back of a chair, etc and feeling expected to grin and join in. ladies you would not BELIEVE what guys will say to each other about you. but if you ever actually get down with one of them and their mate's like "so how was it??" you'd be amazed at how quickly they change the subject!!

(he said, casually chucking the elephant in the room into the stagnant pol-economy millpond)

Dan - It's the language, but also the assumption a) about race and b) that other whites will appreciate a). It's surreal because it's relatively unusual behaviour (among ILX0rs) and because, I dunno, it seems so... odd. An odd thing to say, since as a racial assumption it's a bit receherche. It's not one I've heard.

Mark: perhaps, but my mum is a shopkeeper with an additional staff of one, who she is related to, so roughly the same as Norman's racists, who if they rent the shop are prob C2 (my mum ownz, but she has the same attitudes from her renting days, meaning she does tend to think all nonwhites come with a How's My Driving? sticker). The only thing owning tells people like this is that they are now 'rich' enough to have all their money taken by the government to feed the Other's crack babies. Working class bourgeoisie: on a wage, not a salary.

I am entitled to harsh on people who share my background but haven't got a clue about race relations; again, they are stupid tools. My anger at these people for knowing no better is bound up in tons of frustration (and having to pick around some pretty entrenched racisms at home where yeah, you do have to tell my mom that classy people don't use the N word but only when all else fails). I'm not likely to go, poor diddums, he didn't have the education or eye-opening moment or enough motivation to change because this is a very simple right/wrong issue.

No, not what I meant at all. There were still some things that were taboo (ie no race-baiting unless you were a scummy gutterpunk whom no one liked anyway), but in general once someone proved to be an asshole it was pretty much open season on them. (This may have been more prevalent in Hastings than in other areas where a social shunning really hurt because no one socialized with people who lived outside of School District #200.)

I think there is a distinction. The more 'toxic' tends to have more immediate and violent consequences. But the subtle kind is possibly more dangerous because it is more liekly to be overlooked and more difficult to stamp out.

Of course your waitress was ignorant, but do you really think your self righteous expression of white guilt is going to have the slightest effect on her?

Like, wtf? 'White guilt'? Not being racist as 'self-righteousness'? Say what?

Eggs-ackley. Suzy -- didn't you mention the Isle of Man? That's even worse there. The reason the ferry is so slow is because you are travelling back in time to the pre-Windrush era. God. Never again.

relates to some of gramsci's arguments in "americanism and fordism". also (obv) perry anderson's Imagined Communities.

5) profit

Can someone remind me what Roger's real name was? I have this fear that I might one day wind up writing/talking about his music without remembering which one is him.

DAD: There we go. The beginning of the end... points to menu items spelled out in Spanish
ME: What, you can't put second languages on an IHOP menu? Guess we had better print the whole thing in Cherokee.
DAD: What's going to have then? A picture of an omlette with UGH underneath it?