LOOKING FOR A PERSON TO DEBATE ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF MORALITY WITH UNTIL 3AM?
I’m your girl!
Hey! My name is Ren, I’m 17, and I’m from Australia. I’m an ambitious,
driven and passionate young woman with a love of learning.
I’m still in school, so I spend much of my time studying -but I don’t
mind. I enjoy it. When I’m not studying, I’m hitting the gym or reading
the words of a nineteenth century German philosopher (Nietzsche or Marx?
You’ll never know!)
I’m emotionally inept but have a knack at solving other people’s life
problems. I would describe myself as intelligent, logical and a little
bit stubborn. The combination of these traits creates a mess not many
wish to tamper with, but I hope that some poor, lonely soul out there
will be intrigued.
I love debating and learning new things. I’m very interested in
politics, philosophy and psychology, but I’m also learning a few
languages. My native language is English, but I’m also learning Italian
and Japanese. I’m much better at Japanese than Italian.
Preferences: I’m looking for fellow intellectual. I
don’t care what you look like, where you come from or how you identify. I
don’t care if you’re 15 or 50. I’m looking for a mental sparring
partner, someone who challenges my world view and encourages me to learn
new things. I post this in the hopes that I will find someone that I
won’t get bored of -relationships are hard to maintain when you have the
emotional capabilities of a goldfish. I would prefer to email at first
and then move on to an instant messaging platform. If I really enjoy
your company, and you just so happen to live in Australia, I wouldn’t be
averse to phone calls.
The children in my dreams speak in Gujarati turn their trusting faces to the sun say to me care for us nurture us in my dreams I shudder and I run.
I am six in a playground of white children Darkie, sing us an Indian song! Eight in a roomful of elders all mock my broken Gujarati English girl!
Twelve, I tunnel into books forge an armor of English words. Eighteen, shaved head combat boots - shamed by masis in white saris neon judgments singe my western head. Mother tongue. Matrubhasha tongue of the mother I murder in myself.
Through the years I watch Gujarati swell the swaggering egos of men mirror them over and over at twice their natural size. Through the years I watch Gujarati dissolve bones and teeth of women, break them on anvils of duty and service, burn them to skeletal ash. Words that don’t exist in Gujarati: Self-expression. Individual. Lesbian.
English rises in my throat rapier flashed at yuppie boys who claim their people “civilized” mine. Thunderbolt hurled at cab drivers yelling Dirty black bastard! Force-field against teenage hoods hissing F****ing Paki bitch! Their tongue - or mine? Have I become the enemy?
Listen: my father speaks Urdu language of dancing peacocks rosewater fountains even its curses are beautiful. He speaks Hindi suave and melodic earthy Punjabi salty rich as saag paneer coastal Kiswahili laced with Arabic, he speaks Gujarati solid ancestral pride. Five languages five different worlds yet English shrinks him down before white men who think their flat cold spiky words make the only reality.
Words that don’t exist in English: Najjar Garba Arati.
If we cannot name it does it exist? When we lose language does culture die? What happens to a tongue of milk-heavy cows, earthen pots jingling anklets, temple bells, when its children grow up in Silicon Valley to become programmers?
Then there’s American: Kin'uh get some service? Dontcha have ice? Not: May I have please? Ben, mane madhath karso? Tafadhali nipe rafiki Donnez-moi, s'il vous plait Puedo tener….. Hello, I said can I get some service?! Like, where’s the line for Ay-mericans in this goddamn airport? Words that atomized two hundred thousand Iraqis: Didja see how we kicked some major ass in the Gulf? Lit up Bagdad like the fourth a’ July! Whupped those sand-niggers into a parking lot!
The children in my dreams speak in Gujarati bright as butter succulent cherries sounds I can paint on the air with my breath dance through like a Sufi mystic words I can weep and howl and devour words I can kiss and taste and dream this tongue I take back.
I’ve Been Reading Instruction For American Servicemen In Britain 1942
So Instruction For American Servicemen In Britain 1942 is a reproduced typescript of what was giving to men going over to Britain to help ease friction with the populace. And I thought I would share my favorite parts of the text.
You will naturally be interested in getting to know your opposite member, the British solider, the “Tommy" you have read and hear about.
BRITISH RESERVE, NOT UNFRIENDLY. You defeat enemy propaganda not by denying that differences exist but by admitting them openly and then trying to understand them. For British are often more reserved in conduct than we. On a small island where forty-five million, each man learns to guard his privacy carefully- and is equally careful not to invade another man’s privacy.
So if Britons sit in trains or buses without striking up a conversation with you, it doesn’t mean they are being and unfriendly. Probably they are paying more attention to you than you think. But they don’t speak to you because they don’t want to intrusive or rude.
Another difference.The British have phrases and colloquialisms of their own that may sound funny to you. You can make just as many boners in their eyes.
DON’T BE A SHOWOFF. The Britsh dislike bragging and showing off. American wages and American soldier’s pay are the highest in the world. (This line about American pay and how you should not flaunt it is said so many times in this book that it’s hilarious.)
THE BRITISH ARE TOUGH. Don’t be misled by the British tendency to be soft-spoken and polite. If they need to be, they can be plenty tough. The English language didn’t spread across the ocean and over the mountains and jungles and swamps of the world because these people were painty-waists.
You won’t being able to tell the British much about ‘taking it.’ They are not particularly interested in taking it anymore. They are far more interested in getting together in solid friendship with us. So that we can all start dishing it out to Hitler
THE BEST WAY to get on in Britain is very much the same as the best way to get on in America. The same sort of courtesy and decency and friendliness that go over big in America will go over big in Britain. The British have seen a good many of Americans, and they like Americans. They will like your frankness as long as it is friendly. They will expect you to be generous. They are not given to back-slapping, and they are shy about showing their affections. But once they get to like you they make the best friends in the world
KEEP OUT OF ARGUMENTS. You can rub a Britisher the wrong way by telling him “We came over and won the last one.”
Once again, look, listen, and learn before you start telling the British how much better we do things. (This is the best line)
The British don’t know how to make a good cup of coffee, and you don’t know how to make a good cup of tea it’s and even swap.
In our age there is no such thing as ‘keeping out of politics’. All issues are political issues, and politics itself is a mass of lies, evasions, folly, hatred, and schizophrenia. When the general atmosphere is bad, language must suffer.
George Orwell, “Politics and the English Language”
Hey! I’m a Canadian high school student preparing to graduate looking for a pen pal because I love learning about new cultures and I think that communicating via actual letters is really cool! English is my mother tongue, although I am fluent in German and would love to learn some other languages from around the world. I love Game of Thrones (the books though, haven’t even gotten halfway through but so far they’re great), well really I love books in general, video games (mostly arcade style games though) and travelling whenever I get the opportunity. I also like reading and discussing about science and the environment, as well as a little politics and religion. I myself identify as Atheist/Agnostic but I’m more than happy to have some some cool discussions with people of any faith.
Preferences: I prefer someone between 16 and 18, gender doesn’t matter. As long as we can speak the same language and you’re open minded it’s all good :)
“DYING METAPHORS. …There is a huge dump of
worn-out metaphors which have lost all evocative power and are merely used because
they save people the trouble of inventing phrases for themselves. Examples are: Ring
the changes on, take up the cudgel for, toe the line, ride roughshod over, stand
shoulder to shoulder with, play into the hands of, no axe to grind, grist to the mill, fishing
in troubled waters, on the order of the day, Achilles’ heel, swan song, hotbed. Many of
these are used without knowledge of their meaning (what is a ‘rift’, for instance?), and
incompatible metaphors are frequently mixed, a sure sign that the writer is not
interested in what he is saying.”
I really to get to know new people, and I am very awkward, short and gay.
I like memes and Theatre and music. I am also kinda intrested in
politics, even though I am very bad at actually debating and discussing
it. I like learning languages, and I can speak Norwegian, Swedish and
English. I am currently learning both German and Russian. (I can
understand written danish too btw.) I am also very intrested in learing
how it is to live in other countries, and their culture and stuff.
My current intrests are Hamilton(even though I have never had the chance
to see it…), Shakespeare, Hetalia(I know, don’t judge), draw(I’m not
very good….), space, almost any type of music, SKAM and fashion I
pretty mutch anyone, but be openminded and not over 18. And I also swear a lot….
So, Okay. As I always say, My first language is not english, That means? I don’t have to work my comics with english. (duh!) If you want my comics translation version, YOU ASK ME POLITELY like please or something I don’t know, make your magic
why am i write this post? cuz I’m really tired about english version, translation blah blah things. no one, no one ask me politely and directly their wish.
I always say this, hey! ENGLISH is not everyone’s first language. surprise, surprise.
Hi, I’m El and I’m currently living in Sweden but I’ll be moving to the
U.K. next year to attend Uni. I’m really into languages and literature
but also politics, horror movies, cryptids, true crime, makeup, spoken
word poetry, cooking, and hockey to name a few things. I just want to
get to know some people I can chat with about everything from music recs
to recipes to hopes and dreams! And in return for your friendship I can
offer some pretty cute pictures of my dog in the snow, so get in touch
if that sounds like an A+ deal.
Preferences: 17-25 y/o and LGBTQ+ friendly! I’d wanna chat online first but I’m definitely open to snail mail too!