Vera
09-20-2007, 10:24 AM
Exciting story about my life as a dork!
First, let's go to New York, a week or two back. Me and Sunny treading the streets of Manhattan, trying to find a movie theater or a place to eat some foodz, I honestly forget which. Point is, we're hungry and pissy or just generally annoyed by the dreadful weather and the situation.
Now, Sunny's a wonderful and smart person and thus can control her tongue when in public (in private though, she will curse like any normal trupunxx, using a variety of lovely swear words from imaginative 'cuntrag' to the more regular 'shit' - oh and Magdalena, I can't remember if you actually ever said 'cuntrag' but I'm going to assume you could). I, on the other hand, am a fucking idiot who learned about 80% of her English online - including the bad words.
I can hold back in Finnish just fine, not use such fine curse words such as "vittu" or "kyrpäheinä" when I'm working or say, in a toy store surrounded by kids. But in English, I speak as I speak.. I don't seem to have "modes" at all.
Back to us in Manhattan. We stop at a traffic light - we're on foot - and I sigh in a frustrated manner, "If we don't find that fucking place, I swear I'm going to kill a bitch."
Sunny gasps and starts laughing in a shocked manner, sort of being like, "What did you just say?"
Only then does it actually occur to me that threatening to "kill a bitch" might not be the wisest thing to say in a crowded Manhattan street where people might not take to the word 'bitch' or the threat of me killing one, even when, obviously, I am not out to kill any sisters, be they bitches or not. I was just using it as a crude metaphor for how annoyed I was.
Apparently some lady gave me a really evil look when I said it. I honestly didn't notice.
Now, this wasn't the only time I fucked up with political correctness in New York City or the only time I made an ass of myself in general. (My favourite is reading out loud suggestive t-shirt texts in St Mark's Place and the balding old guy before me turning around to give me a weird look. No, sir, I did not mean you should "kiss me" or "lick me"!)
But it got me thinking. Yesterday I hung out with one of my friends with whom I always have the most inappropriate and weird sense of humor. I told her about the 'kill a bitch' thing and the St Mark's thing and then concluded, "You know, that just never happens in Helsinki. People in here don't give a shit about what you say in public."
My friend agreed. She relayed a story of her talking about something sick and utterly offensive (in a joking manner but regardless) in a crowded outdoor place in Helsinki with some of her friends and the only reaction they got was some hippie girl first standing up next to them and then suddenly leaving with an air of protest. But that's it. No looks, no remarks, nobody walking up to them with accusations or anything.
Later that day we're discussing the eurghness of the recent emo fashion wave and my friend starts on the topic, "Why I Hate the Vocalist of My Chemical Romance" and goes onto this long dissfest on what a fucking ugly idiot the guy is. We're walking to this shopping center and I glance behind me while listening to my friend diss the MCR guy and see that behind us there are some 15/16 year old girls who look like they *could* be emo fans.
My friend finishes her diss and the girls soon walk ahead of us. I look at one of them and her bag, which has a band badge. It says "Franz Ferdinand". I breathe a little easier, she wasn't one of MCR army.
Then both me and my friend look at the other girl's bag and - oh shit oh shit oh shit - it's the OFFICIAL TOTE BAG FOR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
Needless to say, we both crack up insanely and can't stop laughing until we reach the mall.
But it seemed to prove a point somehow. We dissed the shit out of this guy in the presence of some of his fans, and they didn't react in *any* way. Of course, their lack of reaction was a reaction as well but considering MCR fans otherwise seem to be pretty dedicated, I would've expected at least a dirty look or something.
This is so tl;dr. Basically, I just wanted to document these two events to show Mark New Yorkers did not beat up the dumbass tourist even when she said a stupid thing AND in case I get viciously murdered, you'll know this is how Finnish MCR fans get back for dissing their boys.
Also, I basically just wanted to brag I spent lots of time with Sunny. Har har har.
First, let's go to New York, a week or two back. Me and Sunny treading the streets of Manhattan, trying to find a movie theater or a place to eat some foodz, I honestly forget which. Point is, we're hungry and pissy or just generally annoyed by the dreadful weather and the situation.
Now, Sunny's a wonderful and smart person and thus can control her tongue when in public (in private though, she will curse like any normal trupunxx, using a variety of lovely swear words from imaginative 'cuntrag' to the more regular 'shit' - oh and Magdalena, I can't remember if you actually ever said 'cuntrag' but I'm going to assume you could). I, on the other hand, am a fucking idiot who learned about 80% of her English online - including the bad words.
I can hold back in Finnish just fine, not use such fine curse words such as "vittu" or "kyrpäheinä" when I'm working or say, in a toy store surrounded by kids. But in English, I speak as I speak.. I don't seem to have "modes" at all.
Back to us in Manhattan. We stop at a traffic light - we're on foot - and I sigh in a frustrated manner, "If we don't find that fucking place, I swear I'm going to kill a bitch."
Sunny gasps and starts laughing in a shocked manner, sort of being like, "What did you just say?"
Only then does it actually occur to me that threatening to "kill a bitch" might not be the wisest thing to say in a crowded Manhattan street where people might not take to the word 'bitch' or the threat of me killing one, even when, obviously, I am not out to kill any sisters, be they bitches or not. I was just using it as a crude metaphor for how annoyed I was.
Apparently some lady gave me a really evil look when I said it. I honestly didn't notice.
Now, this wasn't the only time I fucked up with political correctness in New York City or the only time I made an ass of myself in general. (My favourite is reading out loud suggestive t-shirt texts in St Mark's Place and the balding old guy before me turning around to give me a weird look. No, sir, I did not mean you should "kiss me" or "lick me"!)
But it got me thinking. Yesterday I hung out with one of my friends with whom I always have the most inappropriate and weird sense of humor. I told her about the 'kill a bitch' thing and the St Mark's thing and then concluded, "You know, that just never happens in Helsinki. People in here don't give a shit about what you say in public."
My friend agreed. She relayed a story of her talking about something sick and utterly offensive (in a joking manner but regardless) in a crowded outdoor place in Helsinki with some of her friends and the only reaction they got was some hippie girl first standing up next to them and then suddenly leaving with an air of protest. But that's it. No looks, no remarks, nobody walking up to them with accusations or anything.
Later that day we're discussing the eurghness of the recent emo fashion wave and my friend starts on the topic, "Why I Hate the Vocalist of My Chemical Romance" and goes onto this long dissfest on what a fucking ugly idiot the guy is. We're walking to this shopping center and I glance behind me while listening to my friend diss the MCR guy and see that behind us there are some 15/16 year old girls who look like they *could* be emo fans.
My friend finishes her diss and the girls soon walk ahead of us. I look at one of them and her bag, which has a band badge. It says "Franz Ferdinand". I breathe a little easier, she wasn't one of MCR army.
Then both me and my friend look at the other girl's bag and - oh shit oh shit oh shit - it's the OFFICIAL TOTE BAG FOR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
Needless to say, we both crack up insanely and can't stop laughing until we reach the mall.
But it seemed to prove a point somehow. We dissed the shit out of this guy in the presence of some of his fans, and they didn't react in *any* way. Of course, their lack of reaction was a reaction as well but considering MCR fans otherwise seem to be pretty dedicated, I would've expected at least a dirty look or something.
This is so tl;dr. Basically, I just wanted to document these two events to show Mark New Yorkers did not beat up the dumbass tourist even when she said a stupid thing AND in case I get viciously murdered, you'll know this is how Finnish MCR fans get back for dissing their boys.
Also, I basically just wanted to brag I spent lots of time with Sunny. Har har har.