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	<title>Comments on: Cultural Identity, pt. 3</title>
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		<title>By: David</title>
		<link>http://dailyeatings.com/2008/05/16/cultural-identity-pt-3/#comment-6561</link>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 20:17:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>If only that were so. You'd be surprised at the number of people who can't manage to &lt;i&gt;hold&lt;/i&gt; chopsticks, much less use them to successfully manipulate bite-sized food to their mouths, to say nothing of what to do when confronted with a whole braised fish, head and tail and all. I've stopped being surprised at what people &lt;i&gt;won't&lt;/i&gt; eat. It's been a lifelong source of annoyance for me; I've (unintentionally) dated a string of rather finicky and/or unadventurous-to-the-point-of-xenophobia eaters.

And besides, the chopsticks are just emblematic of a greater inability (regardless of intent or earnest desire) to grok my family and cultural background to a degree which I would find necessary to maintain the sense of equitability in emotional investment that I believe is absolutely essential within the context of a long-term (read 'indefinitely long', 'married', etc.) relationship. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If only that were so. You&#8217;d be surprised at the number of people who can&#8217;t manage to <i>hold</i> chopsticks, much less use them to successfully manipulate bite-sized food to their mouths, to say nothing of what to do when confronted with a whole braised fish, head and tail and all. I&#8217;ve stopped being surprised at what people <i>won&#8217;t</i> eat. It&#8217;s been a lifelong source of annoyance for me; I&#8217;ve (unintentionally) dated a string of rather finicky and/or unadventurous-to-the-point-of-xenophobia eaters.</p>
<p>And besides, the chopsticks are just emblematic of a greater inability (regardless of intent or earnest desire) to grok my family and cultural background to a degree which I would find necessary to maintain the sense of equitability in emotional investment that I believe is absolutely essential within the context of a long-term (read &#8216;indefinitely long&#8217;, &#8216;married&#8217;, etc.) relationship.</p>
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		<title>By: Leah</title>
		<link>http://dailyeatings.com/2008/05/16/cultural-identity-pt-3/#comment-6559</link>
		<dc:creator>Leah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 19:54:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>PS only idiots in NASCAR tank tops don't know how to use chopsticks.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>PS only idiots in NASCAR tank tops don&#8217;t know how to use chopsticks.</p>
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		<title>By: Leah</title>
		<link>http://dailyeatings.com/2008/05/16/cultural-identity-pt-3/#comment-6557</link>
		<dc:creator>Leah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 17:15:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think if I had an S.O. in that situation, I'd scoot down to the nearest Borders and pick up some Berlitz/Rosetta Stone texts.

My friends have trouble learning the intricacies of my parents, and they're native English speakers from Tulsa/Minneapolis/Iowa/California, so you'd think all American guests to our house would find SOME common thread with them.  Except Yankees.  They can spend their evening elsewhere.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think if I had an S.O. in that situation, I&#8217;d scoot down to the nearest Borders and pick up some Berlitz/Rosetta Stone texts.</p>
<p>My friends have trouble learning the intricacies of my parents, and they&#8217;re native English speakers from Tulsa/Minneapolis/Iowa/California, so you&#8217;d think all American guests to our house would find SOME common thread with them.  Except Yankees.  They can spend their evening elsewhere.</p>
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