culture

Today I was planning to take my girlfriend out to dinner and a movie. I know, I know, we've been together for three (By the way, she's reading this over my shoulder so if my train of thought is derailed... blame her) years, and the dinner and movie date should have been replaced by the sit around in our underwear and belching date. But I thought I'd change it up a little.

So my plan, wake up, play some video games, hit the ATM, see Sin City, and try to find an Indian restaurant somewhere within a 100 mile radius of this cultureless cesspool we Americans call the heartland. Completely ignoring the fact that if it weren't for immigrant populations this country would be full of unspoiled natural beauty, wildlife, and tobacco. But I digress, that was the plan... instead I woke up, played video games, hit the ATM and paid 10 bucks to get laid... wait, no.. I paid the ten bucks for the two of us to get into a "Cultural Bazaar" at the local college. (and yes, the pay for sex comment is my revenge for having her read over my shoulder.. hope you enjoyed it)

India, Brazil, Thailand, Japan, Scotland, the USA, Germany, etc. were all represented by a small booth with some pictures and general information about the country it represented.

Africa was also represented with a booth. The entire continent, put into a 5x5 square. I was rather disappointed though. They only had a few "cultural" trinkets and mini sculptures. No AIDs, famine, tribal civil war, or half naked women with big boobs being drooled over by national geographic photographers on loan from Larry Flynt.

A brief walk around the display booths meant that we had seen the world... in five minutes, plus the time it took me to buy some food tickets and pick up a Mountain Dew.

Then the "dancers" started.. Salsa, Merengue, tumbling, and a funked up Americanized version of a traditional Japanese dance. Yes, folks, we were subjected to bad japanese techno while a group of Vietnamese, Filipino and Chinese students pretended to be both Japanese, and able to dance. (Hey, they all look the same and in the midwest who would know right?)

We left shourtly after.. when 3 South east Asian students and some red haired mick tried to exhibit a vertical interpretation of the Karma Sutra.

And now I type this knowing full well that I won't get to go see Sin city until at least Sunday... So I rant instead.