goodfielder wrote:Lash wrote:Don't insult my homies.
The word Negro still makes me laugh.
Isn't homie impolite now? Aren't we supposed to say "gay"?
On the off-chance that you're not being sarcastic or using irony, allow me to explain the American slang word "homies" and its derivation. A homie is a firned. The expression is most commonly used by African-Americans and is a contraction of "home-boy" or "home-girl", another largely African-American expression. To call someone a home-boy or homie (
var. homey) is to indicate a kinship with that person, a recognition that both come from the same area.
I like it for gay, too, though.
Setanta wrote:Homie derives from home boy--it is a very passe expression . . .
You should inform the Negroes. They still use it. I'm sure Setanta is up on his street slang.
For the first time since I've made your acquaintance, Set, I have to say this: you're wrong. I deal with ghetto kids on a daily basis. 'Homey' is alive and well as a street expression, possibly the most common word for 'friend' in the lexicon.
Oh, man - this sh*t is funny.....
Oh man... no one would believe this... go on, keep explaining popular black vernacular. Especially you, Lash - tell us more about you and your black friends...
Go slow, this sh*t is GOOD.
Yes, please Lash, I would love to hear more about you and your friends, you adorable little cracker beeyatch...
Wasn't it in "Hill Street Blues" that there was a Hispanic gang leader - who used to call the Captain "Holmes" or was it "Homes"? Now I'm wondering if he was taking the mickey out of him by calling him "Holmes" as in Sherlock or whether he was using a sort of reference to "Homes" as in "Home-boy." They should have had sub-titles.
Thanks for the info MA. My problem is that I have no sense of humour and when I try it goes wrong, so I usually keep it straight. Straight as in serious, not "straight" as in "heterosexual".
I'm out of my depth. I think I'll go and wash the dishes.
Lash's introduction to her most beloved Negroes:
I was living in a mediumish city, and completed a Nurses' Assistant certificate, and was looking for the best employment situation for my little skills. The state was the best employer and I went around from institution to facility, trying to maximize my earning power. Positions were frozen for every facility but the one, which was so rough, so difficult and so dangerous that turnover was like a revolving door.
Surprise, the staff was 100% black.... (Class is starting. More later.)
snood wrote:kickycan wrote:Yes, please Lash, I would love to hear more about you and your friends, you adorable little cracker beeyatch...
beeyatch? Haw Haw! MTV?
I don't watch that ****! VH1! :wink:
Section 2 in the continuing story of Lash and the homies:
<prequel>
Little Lash was notorious in her family and among friends for pitching a fit when people would use the word nigger, circa 1970. I must have been 8 when I first took on my daddy over this. Didn't matter who you were. Don't kick a dog, say something crappy about a black or a Jewish person, based on nothing other than that aspect of who they were, don't make fun of retarded or poor people. I had a very advanced social conscious for my age; likely because my brother suffered brain damage during surgery when I was four. I was in constant pain for him, and for a lot of other people everywhere I looked.
So, my little war against the world wasn't based on bravery. I couldn't stand for someone to be picked on for something they weren't guilty of, you know, something they couldn't help. It stayed with me when I saw it. It would hurt less for them to attack me than to watch them humiliate and berate someone else. I always thought I was more resilient than these other people were--or maybe I was tired of seeing it happen to the same people over and over. I think having someone close to you who is different or considered different and therefore unacceptable opens some loved ones up to a great deal of personal suffering. Some people suffer for other people a lot more than others. So, this sort of compelled me to take a stand. Speaking up lessened my suffering. And, these things were fake social constructs of worth, anyway, that I didn't sign on for. Nobody got my signature for this. It really enraged me. During the time I was deciding who I was, I was also searching around spiritually. So, these things sort of fused together. I was a new, little Christian and I was really impressed to my core with Jesus' philosophy. He gave hell to the most 'revered' teachers and rabbis in society, because they made up false rules and lived like ****--and I identified. I wanted to follow His lead by refusing to accept the status quo when it was wrong, to Hell with the consequences. I refused to tolerate the jokes and the cliquish ostracism of the people who were ostracised. The result: I was ostracised. LOL!!
I didn't equate what I was doing with Christianity to other people. Likely, no one knew I was a Christian, at that time--because I thought that was my own private business. (Plus, I wasn't too good at Christianity in practice. I just admired Christ and thought he had unassailable ideas, and the discrimination/social hierarchy thing really pissed me off.) (I think I planned to reorder society. Didn't quite make it.)
<fade to 1989>
I went to the facility that was hiring. The white guy, well dressed, energetic, interviewed me and you know when you ace an interview...
He said he wasn't going to hire me. I stared. He said, "As bad as you need the job, and, of course, you're overqualified... You'll thank me later. This is not the place for someone like you."
My first experience with racial discrimination, but assuredly not my last. I'd see him again two years later, hired by his boss as an experiment to see if I could survive.
Anyhoo, this is why I sort of laugh when someone says I'm a racist. I've lived my life sticking my neck out for people who I felt didn't get a fair shake. And, I did it alone, not for a crowd of approving on-lookers.
<Meeting the Negroes Section later--in tomorrow's cliffhanger>
So Lash now that you have admitted to hating catholics, do you feel a sense of relief?
I do hate the Catholics.
hee
but do you feel a sense of relief?
No. I feel the need to take off their fancy robes and expose them!
I thought they already did that. Vatican II and all. Did you ever read the Vulgate?
I once dated a catholic girl, she wore black patent leather shoes just for me.
I don't read their heathenish devil talk.
<throws salt over shoulder>
Are you talking about Diane. Wasn't she a nun?
Oh course not, Diane is a heathen. She wears sandals.