Nick Against the World (57 Viewers)
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So...by definition they have to be cultured in the United States because they ARE the culture, they are the demographic.
Look:
• the customs, arts, social institutions, and achievements of a particular nation, people, or other social group
That is waht I'm talking about, the culture is the whole, not a subgroup, an unintelligent person can be cultured in their own culture because they ARE the culture.
A) Customs: Sould food, Sunday football, et cetera
B) Arts: Bluegrass Music
C) Achievements of a Particular Nation, People, or Other Social Group: Voting, Black politics, Harley Davidson owners/riders, NASCAR fans, drivers.
Now those are all part of the American Culture, Andrew, and I bet you hundreds of thousands of people know more about all of those than you do, but, as always you would not consider them "cultured" in their own culture.
Look:
• the customs, arts, social institutions, and achievements of a particular nation, people, or other social group
That is waht I'm talking about, the culture is the whole, not a subgroup, an unintelligent person can be cultured in their own culture because they ARE the culture.
A) Customs: Sould food, Sunday football, et cetera
B) Arts: Bluegrass Music
C) Achievements of a Particular Nation, People, or Other Social Group: Voting, Black politics, Harley Davidson owners/riders, NASCAR fans, drivers.
Now those are all part of the American Culture, Andrew, and I bet you hundreds of thousands of people know more about all of those than you do, but, as always you would not consider them "cultured" in their own culture.
You know, the greeting card companies have not figured this out. F*ck Valentine's Day. I wanna buy all my friends cards for these occasions...
"Won't you be my Negro?"
It has that rich, nutty flavor that reminds me of sitting at a Paris sidewalk café... while a Parisian dog shits on my foot and some exotic waiter/dancer named Andrée tries teabagging me.
Because he's coming a knocking, and the next item up for bid is in his pants.
You haven't seen Bes' latest self portrait yet, have you?
"Won't you be my Negro?"
It has that rich, nutty flavor that reminds me of sitting at a Paris sidewalk café... while a Parisian dog shits on my foot and some exotic waiter/dancer named Andrée tries teabagging me.
Because he's coming a knocking, and the next item up for bid is in his pants.
You haven't seen Bes' latest self portrait yet, have you?
But that doesn't necessarily mean they are cultured in our country as a whole, as in knowing anything about our history. They aren't part of the culture if they don't know anything about it. I might not know anything about Bluegrass Music culture, so you could say I'm not a part of it. But I do know it's part of the history of the United States and therefore part of the culture.
Maybe you're right, but that doesn't exactly negate my argument that somebody else around the world knows more about the American culture as a whole.
As always? Oh shut the fuck up, Michael. You belittle all sorts of people as well, so don't give me this crap.
Fact is, my original point was that you don't have to have visited a culture to be "cultured" in it, yet you tried to argue the opposite. But then you posted the definition of "cultured," essentially proving yourself wrong. So... BLAUGH.
Maybe you're right, but that doesn't exactly negate my argument that somebody else around the world knows more about the American culture as a whole.
As always? Oh shut the fuck up, Michael. You belittle all sorts of people as well, so don't give me this crap.
Fact is, my original point was that you don't have to have visited a culture to be "cultured" in it, yet you tried to argue the opposite. But then you posted the definition of "cultured," essentially proving yourself wrong. So... BLAUGH.
Yea, and you know nothing about the history of Bluegrass music. Some people might know that the Louisiana Purchase was the part of our history, but not know exactly what it encapsulated. So by that definition, you are not cultured in our own culture, and neither am I.
No, it means that someone else around the world COULD know.....you can't say does, you have to say could, because it's almost impossible to determine.
Yea, but we aren't talking about me, and I stick to retards, PSU students, and subterranean gastropods.
...and my point was that it helps exponentially, it makes it more efficient.
SO......GIMME MY FUCKIN' IN THIS COUNTRY FUCK YO'SELF I'M GOING FOR A SMOKE IN THIS COUNTRY GINNY I DO MY JOB........bloom.
No, it means that someone else around the world COULD know.....you can't say does, you have to say could, because it's almost impossible to determine.
Yea, but we aren't talking about me, and I stick to retards, PSU students, and subterranean gastropods.
...and my point was that it helps exponentially, it makes it more efficient.
SO......GIMME MY FUCKIN' IN THIS COUNTRY FUCK YO'SELF I'M GOING FOR A SMOKE IN THIS COUNTRY GINNY I DO MY JOB........bloom.
First of all, you can't be "cultured" in anything, the word doesn't exist in that context. Andy and Burke are mistaking the definition of Cultured with that of Culture. Culture is a noun, while cultured is an adjective. One means to know and understand the finer things in life, be educated , etc. The latter is a word to describe a society's beliefs, languages, traditions. They aren't the same word and they aren't interchangeable. I think what he means to say is that being "educated" in another culture can make one's self more cultured. Then again he didn't so what do I know. That said, please continue.
And all this because Claire decided to be funny. Props the C-Bear.
And all this because Claire decided to be funny. Props the C-Bear.
As I caught a sidways look at myself in the mirror I thought, "Christ . . . am I common?
There I was in all my naked glory. Cock at full staff, jammed through the back end of some unknown female's shoe. She, passed out on the bed, unaware of the fornication her footwear was enjoying in her absence. I thought, "what am I doing. I'm getting too old for this shit. I need some proper internet friends, but am I too common?"
Why would anyone like me? Why would anyone want to like me? Perhaps if I reinvented myself . . . maybe if I looked like Bobo Vieri or Wayne Newton or that fat fellow who likes to say that he invented the question mark.
What if nobody knew of my love for ladies footwear, what if I wasn't so goddamn common? What if I told my putative internet colleagues that I was descended from the House of Savoy, some Italian royalty, would they like me then? Or would I still be just a lying wopper?
And what if I found a little girlfriend, a bit of a Londoner, and I could meet her at Gatwick and destroy her rectum on holidays and three-day weekends. And what if she took me to meet her real friends and bought me drugs and I loved her for it. And what if we got messed up and found some weather geek and beat him with sticks until he died and then scribbled racist manifesto on the walls of his college dorm to put off the coppers?
Now, that would be uncommon.
There I was in all my naked glory. Cock at full staff, jammed through the back end of some unknown female's shoe. She, passed out on the bed, unaware of the fornication her footwear was enjoying in her absence. I thought, "what am I doing. I'm getting too old for this shit. I need some proper internet friends, but am I too common?"
Why would anyone like me? Why would anyone want to like me? Perhaps if I reinvented myself . . . maybe if I looked like Bobo Vieri or Wayne Newton or that fat fellow who likes to say that he invented the question mark.
What if nobody knew of my love for ladies footwear, what if I wasn't so goddamn common? What if I told my putative internet colleagues that I was descended from the House of Savoy, some Italian royalty, would they like me then? Or would I still be just a lying wopper?
And what if I found a little girlfriend, a bit of a Londoner, and I could meet her at Gatwick and destroy her rectum on holidays and three-day weekends. And what if she took me to meet her real friends and bought me drugs and I loved her for it. And what if we got messed up and found some weather geek and beat him with sticks until he died and then scribbled racist manifesto on the walls of his college dorm to put off the coppers?
Now, that would be uncommon.
