Racist grandparents
It Came From Planet Aylia says: "My husband's mad Auntie Joan accused the man seven doors down of stealing her milk as he was the first black neighbour she had. She doesn't even get her milk delivered." Tell us about casual racism from oldies.
Thanks to Brayn Dedd who suggested this too
( , Thu 27 Oct 2011, 11:54)
It Came From Planet Aylia says: "My husband's mad Auntie Joan accused the man seven doors down of stealing her milk as he was the first black neighbour she had. She doesn't even get her milk delivered." Tell us about casual racism from oldies.
Thanks to Brayn Dedd who suggested this too
( , Thu 27 Oct 2011, 11:54)
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Not so much racism as xenophobia and plain dimwittedness, but facepalming all the same
My mum's cousin lived in Spain with a succession of rich German or Austrian men for a while after she got divorced. While there, she kind of dabbled as a hairdresser but mostly just lived on the largesse of whichever sugar daddy she coupled up with (back then, in her mid-to-late forties, she was strikingly good-looking; at 70 now she's still a looker for her age). She split up with the guy she was living with and came back to the UK and, having sold up everything to move out there in the first place, moved in with me and my mum the year after my dad died. So we're thinking about 1989-90.
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Aaaanyway, she signed up for Spanish lessons after she moved in with us; she was so deeply buried in the ex-pat community out there, the only Spanish speakers she ever met were the kids who cleaned the pool and the ones manning the supermarket checkouts. Yet the very same evening she announced her evening class intentions, she saw some item on the news about immigration then went into a five minute rant about "them lot coming over here taking our jobs and they don't even speak the language".
**BLINKS** Really? What, like living in Spain working as a hairdresser but only being able to work for English speakers because, in the five years you lived there, you've never bothered to learn the Spanish for "make me look like Princess Di"?
Later that same day, she lamented how the country was going to the dogs because all they showed on the telly was sex and violence, so when I asked what she wanted to watch instead of whateveritwas she said "Oh, I don't know - Is there a good murder on?"
She was a natural blonde, you see. (I say that not only because she was as thick as a Welshman's cock, but also 'cos of that time the spare room door swung at precisely the right angle while she was getting ready to go out. As furtive a wankbank entry as there's ever been; she was the first real live woman I ever saw wearing stockings and suspenders. But that's another story.)
( , Thu 27 Oct 2011, 17:51, Reply)
My mum's cousin lived in Spain with a succession of rich German or Austrian men for a while after she got divorced. While there, she kind of dabbled as a hairdresser but mostly just lived on the largesse of whichever sugar daddy she coupled up with (back then, in her mid-to-late forties, she was strikingly good-looking; at 70 now she's still a looker for her age). She split up with the guy she was living with and came back to the UK and, having sold up everything to move out there in the first place, moved in with me and my mum the year after my dad died. So we're thinking about 1989-90.
~~WAVY LINES~~
Aaaanyway, she signed up for Spanish lessons after she moved in with us; she was so deeply buried in the ex-pat community out there, the only Spanish speakers she ever met were the kids who cleaned the pool and the ones manning the supermarket checkouts. Yet the very same evening she announced her evening class intentions, she saw some item on the news about immigration then went into a five minute rant about "them lot coming over here taking our jobs and they don't even speak the language".
**BLINKS** Really? What, like living in Spain working as a hairdresser but only being able to work for English speakers because, in the five years you lived there, you've never bothered to learn the Spanish for "make me look like Princess Di"?
Later that same day, she lamented how the country was going to the dogs because all they showed on the telly was sex and violence, so when I asked what she wanted to watch instead of whateveritwas she said "Oh, I don't know - Is there a good murder on?"
She was a natural blonde, you see. (I say that not only because she was as thick as a Welshman's cock, but also 'cos of that time the spare room door swung at precisely the right angle while she was getting ready to go out. As furtive a wankbank entry as there's ever been; she was the first real live woman I ever saw wearing stockings and suspenders. But that's another story.)
( , Thu 27 Oct 2011, 17:51, Reply)
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