Asking them to be brutally honest, we sat down with two 2nd year students to find their opinions on beliefs and values associated with Americans. Brutally honest they were. We uncovered some interesting values and traits that Indians associate with our nation. Everyone in the room was laughing as both Indian women proclaimed, "huge" when asked to describe a typical American. The conversation went from there...
HUGE (tall and bulky), attractive, blonde hair, brown eyes, white, with freckles, wearing a bikini – minimal clothing, 30 years old, working a 9-5 desk job, income level is much higher than average Indian, but more hand to mouth in terms of America, living in homes, 3-4 bedrooms with 1 bathroom to each bedroom, 2 cars minimum, SUV either Ford or GM, takes weekend trip to beaches, weekend getaways are frequent and they get drunk
To get a better perspective on how Americans view Indians, we had some of our closest friends describe what kind of person India would be if personified:
5’7, 180 pounds, brown eyes, dark hair, dark complexion, small feet, b/c all the ones I”ve met have had really small feet, white clothing but fully covered, pants, loose collared shirts, women in saris, 55 years old, work as tea maker or in IT department, 15,000/year, small house, everybody shares a room, one bathroom per household, camels for transportation, pray in all liesure time
In other news, as I walked into class yesterday something was making my stomach itch, so naturally I looked down to see what was going on. Low and behold, a huge, green grasshopper had climbed down my top and set up camp for the day (as my mom says, he must've had been a good person in his previous life to wind up down a girl's shirt). Disgusted, grossed out and just overwhelmed, I thought, "just add it to the list." I went to the back of the room since no one had arrived yet save a few people, and made sure nothing else was tagging along for the day.
Ready to go.
In other news, as I walked into class yesterday something was making my stomach itch, so naturally I looked down to see what was going on. Low and behold, a huge, green grasshopper had climbed down my top and set up camp for the day (as my mom says, he must've had been a good person in his previous life to wind up down a girl's shirt). Disgusted, grossed out and just overwhelmed, I thought, "just add it to the list." I went to the back of the room since no one had arrived yet save a few people, and made sure nothing else was tagging along for the day.
Ready to go.
