I'm Just a Girl...

I'm half black. (The other half is caucasion)

Some people know this about me and some don't, and for some reason I never quite understood, I have one friend who finds it extremely ammusing.

I never thought much about racial pride outside of deeming it bullshit. You're born how you're born through no choice of your own, and the only thing you should be proud of is what YOU PERSONALLY accomplish. I'll never understand racial pride.

I understand cultural pride. Being proud to have come from a certain kind of family makes sense to me. For instance, if your parents were immigrants from a third world country that came to the United States poor and wrung the hell out of the "American Dream", you'd be proud and rightly so. I also understand pride in where you're from... and I'm only from Trumbull, Connecticut which isn't much special. But, ask me about my non spectacular hometown and I can rattle off the best deli, worst pizza, what there is to do at four in the morning, seven different hiking trails you can try and how to sneak into the park after dark for star gazing. (Remember that honey?!)

I feel left out though, because Rob and his family are SO Jewish! That's fine in and of itself, but it's influencing my wedding so much that I feel like I don't have much in the way of uniquenes to contribute to it. I'm not proud to be African-American. I'm not proud to be German. I'm not about to put the Trumbull Town Seal on my wedding cake (although then the newspaper could come and I could get my wedding cake for free...).

Hm...