I haven’t been called son by anyone but my dad in decades.
It was also by a condescending asshole the last time it happened.
Seeing as how one side of my family goes back to Baden-Wurttemburg and nearby areas, I can be as insensitive about my own ancestry’s culture all I want.
Fair point, though the username certainly checks out, now that you’ve also justified shitty behavior through familial hearsay. Lemme guess, you’ve also “got some Indian in there”, hmm?
Since you’re still being a condescending asshole, this will be my last response.
But, no, no “Indian” at all. No native American either (and you were whining about insensitivity).
All European as far as can be traced. Mostly Scots-Irish and German. A little dribble of Polish, a drab of Spaniard, and a healthy dose of French jizz. All of those were single instances, and nobody has traced the family lines of those contributions the last I talked to the extended family. Each of those was from an immigrant from those countries, not an established family of nationality-americans.
We’re up here near the Appalachians. If you’re a cracker up here, things were isolated enough until about twenty years ago, you had little enclaves of whatever immigrant groups came here. They would, mostly, stay to themselves with only occasional intermarriage. After ww1 and 2, intermarriage between groups became common. So you end up with folks like me that are damn near entirely a split between two known immigrant groups.
You can look up the history of immigrants in the Appalachians. Focus on the region from West Virginia down to the bottom of the Carolinas. You can see the clear waves of immigration into the region. You might even be able to roughly guess where I’m from using that information because it was such an insular thing.
None of this is hearsay. While I don’t possess them, there are family bibles recording births, deaths, and marriages going back to the 1700s in one case. There are also plenty of genealogy resources out there now that make it fairly easy to dig things up if you’re lucky. On both sides of my family, people have done the work. That’s how I can specify where in Germany my father’s father’s branch of the family came from.
So, again, since you’re being a condescending asshole, I’m sure you’ll want to make another empty minded response. Feel free to make it a real zinger since I won’t be responding again.
I think there’re enough cautionary comments here re: cultural insensitivity that this is more than a little tone deaf, son.
Lmmfao.
I haven’t been called son by anyone but my dad in decades.
It was also by a condescending asshole the last time it happened.
Seeing as how one side of my family goes back to Baden-Wurttemburg and nearby areas, I can be as insensitive about my own ancestry’s culture all I want.
Fair point, though the username certainly checks out, now that you’ve also justified shitty behavior through familial hearsay. Lemme guess, you’ve also “got some Indian in there”, hmm?
Since you’re still being a condescending asshole, this will be my last response.
But, no, no “Indian” at all. No native American either (and you were whining about insensitivity).
All European as far as can be traced. Mostly Scots-Irish and German. A little dribble of Polish, a drab of Spaniard, and a healthy dose of French jizz. All of those were single instances, and nobody has traced the family lines of those contributions the last I talked to the extended family. Each of those was from an immigrant from those countries, not an established family of nationality-americans.
We’re up here near the Appalachians. If you’re a cracker up here, things were isolated enough until about twenty years ago, you had little enclaves of whatever immigrant groups came here. They would, mostly, stay to themselves with only occasional intermarriage. After ww1 and 2, intermarriage between groups became common. So you end up with folks like me that are damn near entirely a split between two known immigrant groups.
You can look up the history of immigrants in the Appalachians. Focus on the region from West Virginia down to the bottom of the Carolinas. You can see the clear waves of immigration into the region. You might even be able to roughly guess where I’m from using that information because it was such an insular thing.
None of this is hearsay. While I don’t possess them, there are family bibles recording births, deaths, and marriages going back to the 1700s in one case. There are also plenty of genealogy resources out there now that make it fairly easy to dig things up if you’re lucky. On both sides of my family, people have done the work. That’s how I can specify where in Germany my father’s father’s branch of the family came from.
So, again, since you’re being a condescending asshole, I’m sure you’ll want to make another empty minded response. Feel free to make it a real zinger since I won’t be responding again.
Germans are quite high on the cultural sensitivity list. Don’t want them declaring war on the entire world again, after all