Saw this inscribed on a coffee cup once:
Heaven is where the cooks are French, the police are British, the mechanics are German, the lovers
are Italian and everything is organized by the Swiss.
Hell is where the cooks are British, the police are German, the mechanics are French, the lovers are Swiss, and everything is organized by the Italians.
Culture and genetics give us our traits. Like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, We all have something to share but not necessarily the same something. We do, however, make a beautiful picture when put together. We couldn't be "us: if we didn't have "them." We certainly wouldn't be the country we are today.
If you are not Native American who always lived here or African American brought here as a slave, you are of immigrant heritage seeking a new life, a new freedom or escaping some horrible circumstance. Almost all of of us have immigrant beginnings. And just look at the incredible nation we made.
Disclaimer: The rest of this post originally ran July 31, 2015 but i thought it was worth a rerun because it is an entertaining way to make a stereotypical point.
Hell is where the cooks are British, the police are German, the mechanics are French, the lovers are Swiss, and everything is organized by the Italians.
Culture and genetics give us our traits. Like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, We all have something to share but not necessarily the same something. We do, however, make a beautiful picture when put together. We couldn't be "us: if we didn't have "them." We certainly wouldn't be the country we are today.
If you are not Native American who always lived here or African American brought here as a slave, you are of immigrant heritage seeking a new life, a new freedom or escaping some horrible circumstance. Almost all of of us have immigrant beginnings. And just look at the incredible nation we made.
Disclaimer: The rest of this post originally ran July 31, 2015 but i thought it was worth a rerun because it is an entertaining way to make a stereotypical point.
Micelangelo's David |
No, not that.
Our names all end in a vowel... which means (probably) we're ITALIAN. Mama Mia!
So do all Italian names end in a vowel? No, just most.
DaVinci's Mona Lisa |
I grew up next to my grandparents and enjoyed my cultural blessings--a little wine at the table, fabulous food, getting away with cussing in Italian but claiming to never understand what I was saying, great work ethic, overwhelming gusto for life and more--but never learned Italian because they forced their children to "speeka English."
Marco Polo's spaghetti |
As I read through the 1200 or so names of players, singers, producers, camera people, gofers and the like at the end of this very professional video, I saw that all but a handful of them ended in a vowel. That's Italy for you.
About that video, first, it is really impressive and fun to watch, even more-so if you like the music. If you are not a Foo Fighters fan, watch anyhow because it is worth it, but when bored, advance to the credits for the most astounding Italian ethnic proof you need.