The White Male and Intercultural Relationships
American men who settle into intercultural relationships are of a certain type. Some distinct undercurrent exists in our personalities. In a sense we are of stripped identity. Or maybe a more accurate description is that we have never been fully clothed to begin with. We have generally few strong values and are prone to succumb to other more well defined individuals, namely of strong willed captivating woman. It is as if we are trying to fill our lives.
We are often survivors of parents with weak personalities, who made minimal or no impact on our own resonance. So we are pretenders and inventors, often rendering grander definitions of ourselves than really exist.
It is of course our very weaknesses that open us up to the dynamic disruptive gyrations that intercultural relationships entail. For we are the ones who are predetermined to learn those few Arabic phrases for when we should meet a pitied Palestinian exile. We are the ones who offer the graceless and toadying bow to a Japanese that we encounter at a social, when he should be the one who first reaches out his right hand in greeting since he is in our country. We are the ones who just seem to have that pre-programmed sense of guilt in general about being well ...a white American male.
So here we are. And why not fall in love with a strong willed foreign woman? It is what we have been working all of ours lives to build up to. In this sense we are the poster boys for post-modern American reinvention.
Gotta love it though...
We are often survivors of parents with weak personalities, who made minimal or no impact on our own resonance. So we are pretenders and inventors, often rendering grander definitions of ourselves than really exist.
It is of course our very weaknesses that open us up to the dynamic disruptive gyrations that intercultural relationships entail. For we are the ones who are predetermined to learn those few Arabic phrases for when we should meet a pitied Palestinian exile. We are the ones who offer the graceless and toadying bow to a Japanese that we encounter at a social, when he should be the one who first reaches out his right hand in greeting since he is in our country. We are the ones who just seem to have that pre-programmed sense of guilt in general about being well ...a white American male.
So here we are. And why not fall in love with a strong willed foreign woman? It is what we have been working all of ours lives to build up to. In this sense we are the poster boys for post-modern American reinvention.
Gotta love it though...