I find myself having difficulties with myself and my changing perspectives on this voyage. At first, I was ecstatic to be on a study abroad program with so many like-minded, culturally curious students. A few weeks in, I began to freak out as I realized that about 75% of the students came from the top 5% of the US, economically speaking. It felt as if I was on the campus of Bates College all over again, yet couldnt get away to the University of Iowa as a safe-haven from snobbery. But after the first month, my anxieties over fitting in with these people exploded into a sea of rage and resentment. Seeing the entitlement complexes of some of my peers, coupled with their abilities to afford things that others could not yet not appreciate what they had, and even not take seriously the poverty of those they saw in the countries
I was offended. I was so unbelievably offended that within the second month, my feelings of anger had grown into hate. I thought SAS was not what it was supposed to beinstead, it was a booze cruise for the disgustingly rich, and opportunity for mommy and daddy to send them away and stay out of trouble at home. This hatred, however, soon developed into outright discrimination. As I started to hear familiar hometowns (Greenwich, CT; Manhattan), I would make snap judgments of students before I even met them. I didnt even want to talk to them, because I felt that they must be inherently bad people. I was ready to go home, sell all my worldly possessions, and use the profits to launch a Robin Hood crusade against rich bitches everywhere.
But Ive hit the third month now, and Im reconsidering my stance. All my life, Ive had a big problem with telling my friends what my parents do for a living. I didnt much care for taking people to my house, or saying how much I was contributing to the costs of my college education. To a large extent, I did this because I was ashamed of being what 90% of America and 99% of the world would consider rich. I thought it was embarrassing, almost a crime, to have so much where others had so little, and worst of all to enjoy all the privileges that came along with it. I was grateful to have parents who didnt make me get jobs, who gave me a beautiful car, who told me to go to whatever college I wanted, no questions asked. And yet
I hated it, because I knew that other people would hate me.
How is what Ive been doing on SAS any different from what I was afraid other people might do to me? Its not fair of me to look at someone from Greenwich, CT and mark them off as entitled and awful simply because of their parents incomes. Lets talk about rich boy for a second. I used to tell my friends (and blog about) how I hated rich boy more than anyone Id ever hated in the entire world. And I did. I really, really did. If you read my blog posts, youll remember why. But even my opinion of him has changed. Heres the thing: as a PERSON, hes as sweet as they come. He loves his sisters more than Ive ever seen anyone love their siblings. He has the utmost respect for his parents. He sings like an angel, and is incredibly modest and shy. But as a HUMAN BEING, something has been lost in him. And the problem is, much of it is his own fault. Even if youre raised in a mansion, you have the opportunity and civic responsibility to look outside the window and notice that the gardener cutting the grass doesnt have as much privilege as you. In this age of technology, there is no reason not to be aware of political instability with regards to inequality and inequities. Turning on the TV is enough to demonstrate how the country club isnt where every kid goes to ballroom dance after school.
But somewhere in there, its NOT his fault. Its societys. He didnt ask to be raised behind the walls of privilege, to only have access to the minority of Americans who live like nobility. He didnt ask to be whisked off to the Hamptons every summer as if it was just what was done. He didnt ask to only get to listen to classical music instead of integrating with normal culture. He was raised in conditions the likes of which no one outside of the top 1% has ever seen. Therefore, it makes sense hed end up different from most people
he was going to end up really weird no matter what. And if anyone doesnt have a right to criticize someone for being abnormal
its me. So while I used to despise him, Im now conflicted. I like to be around him and talk with him
but something in me cant stand the thought of him. All I know is, there is no reason to hate someone because theyre rich. There is no reason to HATE in general. But the feeling of general DISDAIN should come from how a person conducts themselves, not what means they were born into. Rich boy acts like an angel on a shallow level, a monster on a deeper level. Hes a complex case, but not deserving of Hitler-level derision.
Life lesson learned. Never hate, only investigate why it is you so desperately want to hate. Hate doesnt solve anything, and neither does constantly bitching.
Another life lesson learned. The concept of rich is not a good thing. Inequity is, in fact, the cause of most of the worlds problems. But it is not necessarily the rich who we should hateits the system that put them in such a position in the first place.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Marek Has Her Own After-School Special
Monday, November 21, 2011
Japan
Japan Top 20:
1. The train system. Its so high tech, so efficient, and so easy to navigate that I got from Kobe to Kyoto all by myself
with the help of a Peruvian guy
and a Chinese lady. Whatever, I liked the trains.
2. The vending machines. OH MY GOD the vending machines. I got hot coffeeno, more specifically, a MOCHA LATTEin a cup, with a lid, straight out of a rest-stop vending machine. I also got soda that was already poured into a glass for me. Others enjoyed hot French fries, ramen noodles, and used womens panties (I wasnt allowed in the section that vending machine was). I love Japan.
3. The claw machines. Seriously, I blew through more money than I should have on those things. But they are EVERYWHERE, and they have every toy a kid (or immature adult) ever dreamed of! And the employees were so super nice to me (and/or sympathetic at how delightfully bad I was) that they showed me EXACTLY how to get what I wanted, promising that if I failed this time, theyd shake the machine for me. Mommy, look! I gotted a giant llama!
4. Cabbage pancakes, octopus balls, and something thats still moving on the plate. Frankly, when thats what the only English-speaking guy at the food court is selling, you have to suck it up and eat it.
5. Bright green melon-flavored soda. Tastes and looks like youre drinking radioactive lemonade!
6. Amina onsen, a hotspring and bathhouse right outside of Kobe and atop Mt. Rokko. Went there by my lonesome, ran into a Psychology professor and her partner, and proceeded to see much more of them than I was anticipating (no swimsuits allowed). I think I had to be one of maybe 4 people in the whole place under 40. Minus the wrinkles in odd places, it was exactly how Id imagined it to be. Ask me about the procedure of actually getting INTO the water later. Its complicated and kind of hilarious.
7. Nara Japans 9th century capital, home to extensive Shinto shrines and Buddhist temples, and the land of hungry, free-roaming deer.
8. Getting attacked and promptly munched on by the hungry, free-roaming deer.
9. Porn shops in Tokyo, and accidentally ending up in the 14-years-old and under section while looking for my missing friends. Im also a fan of the excessive, ridiculous sex toy called Magnum. Ill let you imagine what that means. Also there are bedazzled dildos, which I dont think would be very effective during sex, but what do I know?
10. 7/11. Tokyo has em, and I used em. Great Japanese food and booze for under $10!
11. Walking into an non-Westernized Japanese restaurant with no English on the menu, knowing the Japanese word for egg while the Japanese waitress knows the English word beef, and proceeding to literally be served rice with beef and a fried egg on top for my lunch.
12. Pictures/scale models of food the restaurants often put outside their doors to make sure the annoying tourists know what theyre getting themselves into before walking inside.
13. Getting a free stay in a luxury, 5-star hotel, courtesy of my drunken friend, his parents, and his pissed off sister.
14. Hakone: the most beautiful place on earth.
15. Speaking my broken Japanese, and watching how unbelievably excited the Japanese people get when I do it!
16. Little girls in kimonos.
17. Wedding crashing at the Meiji Shrine. Twice.
18. Purifying myself with spring water at all the Shinto shrines.
19. Wearing a cardboard Pikachu hat and wandering throughout the streets of Kyoto like a 5-year-old tourist.
20. Wearing an Ash Ketchum hat and superhero goggles in downtown Tokyo in order to look ridiculous, and only succeeding in looking half as ridiculous as half the Japanese teen girls.
OH MY GOD I FORGOT
Marek Muller University of Iowa, Class of 2013 BA in Bear-Wrangling/Being a Superhero, with a minor in Jewish Stereotyping
China
Marek Muller University of Iowa, Class of 2013 BA in Bear-Wrangling/Being a Superhero, with a minor in Jewish Stereotyping