Archive | March, 2009

Americanaki

23 Mar

I was thinking about the influence that America has had on my life the other day as I was filling out the NYT crossword puzzle. It astounds me that while I could probably name, at least, five U.S senators, that the average American could not name the Prime Minister of Greece. In fact, in my short time in the States, I found that a lot of the Americans I met could not accurately name the language that is spoken in Greece; it appeared that Grecian was a firm favourite. 

But this is definitely not a bashing of any sort at all. I mean, personally, it was only until I moved to Europe, away from the isolation of living in the southern most tip of  Africa, that I discovered–howdoIputthisbluntly–THE REST OF THE WORLD. Factor in the sheer land mass of the U.S, the size of its population and I can understand how little ol’ Greece could escape a few of their citizens. 

Regardless, Hollywood has spawned generations upon generations of non-Americans that know more about America than is probably necessary. And, to tell you the truth, we get confused. There are things in my brain that I know and sometimes it is hard to discern if they are actually things that apply to other countries. I form biases that are rooted in watching too many hours of How I Met Your Mother and Jon Stewart. There are things my brain tells me I want, but according to my own culture I will never get. Below is just ten of these ‘Americanisms’.

1. A citizens arrest

Can I do this in Greece? I have absolutely no idea. And I don’t really want to find out. I have a suspicion that if I ever tried, the crowd that would inevitably gather would begin to laugh and then call me an “Americanaki” [This is the diminutive form of American in Greek; sometimes it also has negative connotations]

2. 911

That is NOT the universal emergency telephone number. Seriously. Do not attempt to dial it because you are wasting valuable time. Yet, in most emergencies I have encountered I never fail to think to myself, “Someone has to call 911!”

3. Dating

People in Greece don’t really date per se. Sure, men and women meet and go out. But ask any Greek and they will tell you that there is no parallel word in Greek that means date or dating. In fact, some Greeks just use the English word. I use it in my blog often. Mostly because I ‘date’ non-Greeks. If I were to ever ‘date’ a Greek man? And I asked him if this was a date? He would probably laugh and call me an “Americanaki’.

4. Armageddon

I am thankful that I do not live in the U.S because with the exception of a few end of the world scenarios, it seems that the U.S would be the first place aliens would want to destroy. 

5. Canada

I feel like I should laugh every time Canada is mentioned. Yet, I have no earthly idea why. 

6. You may now kiss the bride

Despite never having actually been to a non-Greek Orthodox wedding, the wedding in my dreams? It involves a priest saying, “You may now kiss the bride.” Except, if I got married in Greece, this would not happen. And so I would probably want my money back. Unless, of course, I used that money to bribe the priest into saying it. If I wanted him to say it in English, I may need to pay double. And resort to being called ‘Americanaki’ one more time. 

7. Choreographed group singing and dancing

In moments of extreme happiness [for example, getting something done in ONE DAY in the public sector in Greece] , I feel that I have been had when the entire street does not break out into song and dance. 

8. Thanksgiving

Every year I want to celebrate this American holiday complete with pumpkin pie, turkey, gravy and cranberry sauce. And every year, I don’t because I remember that I am not American. Plus, logistically speaking, I have no idea what I would do or where I would put the cranberry sauce.

9. Chinese Takeout

 You know how in the movies people eat Chinese food from those cool boxes? The paper ones? With an origami folding type lid?  And with chopsticks? I WANT THAT. In fact, whenever my friends and I come across this type of presentation we will call each other excitedly, “Oh my god! I am having Chinese like they do in THE MOVIES.” This happens once in forever and then–FOR NO GOOD REASON– they are usually replaced with those aluminum lid, white squared NORMAL boxes.  And I die a little inside, throw my fists in the air and yell, “Damn you Hollywood. And the expectation you have put on takeout.”

10. Obama

Wait? What was that? He’s not my president too?

Perfume

16 Mar

 

Last week, I spent some time smelling all of the perfumes I have worn throughout my life. I was fresh out and needed to invest in a new smell. 

  • Cacharel’s Eden reminded me that men lie. 
  • Christian Dior’s Dune that they die.
  • Moschino’s Oh! reminded me of being thin and drinking lots of whiskey and coke.  Unfortunately, it also reminded me of the worst kiss of my life.  
  • Armani’s Elle reminded me of Christmas and New Year and snow and carols and braids.  
  • Gucci’s Rush 2 reminded me of love; from a very special boy and from friends.  I remembered learning how to teach.  I remembered warmth and companionship. Fennel soup with dumplings. 
  • Chanel’s Mademoiselle reminded me of  Kate Moss inside every glossy magazine,  looking like an elegant playboy bunny. I think it was the pearls that did it.  I remember wanting to be her. I wanted to exude that air of innocence and mystery and punkness. Unfortunately, during the time I wore it I was dumped, I moved countries and landed up in hospital with a painful surgery. 

 

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But when I sprayed it lightly on the inside of my wrist, there were no immediate negative feelings. Instead, for the remainder of the day as it followed me around, I could almost smell the freshness of early morning mixed in with the warmth of fuzzy feelings in the pit of my stomach.

As a result, tt is now sitting on my dresser. 

Bringing in a little bit of my past into the steps towards my future has made me realize while memories and their consequences do not fade as easily as we would want them to, certain associations do melt away from our unconscious with the passing of time. 

In the same way that I have allowed Chanel’s Mademoiselle back onto my dresser, I think I should start allowing the possibility of some semblance of a stable happiness back into my life.

And the first thing I have to do is admit to myself that the only real reason The Man Friend and I are not technically dating already is because I am petrified of getting hurt; terrified of being happy only for that happiness to be taken away. 

Afraid to make any sort of commitment that is not guaranteed to last longer than one 50ml bottle of perfume.

Reasons You Should Never Facebook Stalk Men Who Have Made You Cry

11 Mar

1. Scanning his profile will make you want to drink. Because, you realize that in the year since you have last seen each other, he has fallen in love, bought a flat and now plans to move into it with his new girlfriend. You, on the other hand, are exactly (minus a few kilos and a spanking new career) where he left you.

2. Reading his wall comments will make you want to hit your head against a blunt object. For example, “Things with The Cop Girlfriend are going strong. Looks like it had to take the lady of the law to slow me down.” Barf. 

3. Reading her sexually charged wall comments to him about how much she will enjoying living with him, will make you want to cry.  But you don’t. Instead, you use your mouse to close the window.

4. All of this, will inevitably make you come up with insane strategies to beat him. “Oh my god! I have to get married before him. I have to. I have to. I have to. And I will get married to someone better than a cop! I will get married to a freaking TERMINATOR!

Grace in Small Things

4 Mar

I’ve seen this floating around lately. And even though I’m sickly today, I am still thankful for…

…Reconnecting with old friends that make me smile. Awesome.

…Perfecting my chocolate chip cookie recipe. Now they’re just chewy enough. 

…Watching Body of Lies and thanking the Universe for the gift that is Leonardo DiCaprio.

… Manicures!

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