FridgeMagnet
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I meant as in "psychogeography". Well that will teach me to make up my own neologisms. Wait, no it won't.I just assumed that was what you meant (I had to Google it).
I meant as in "psychogeography". Well that will teach me to make up my own neologisms. Wait, no it won't.I just assumed that was what you meant (I had to Google it).
Oh I can think of one - infact if you look on native American websites they write about how they get white people pretending to be Native American, making money off their culture. They call them Pretendians. But I knew a UK version. Theres a bloke out there (ok in London unless he’s finally fucked off to Portugal) who makes money pretending to be brown and a Shaman, but he’s white North London Jewish. When I originally knew him he was known for doing tarot readings (begging) in Goa, setting up crowdfunders for his bullshit charity (more begging In order to buy flights to Goa) and pretending to be Indian. He used the name of a famous Indian poet. But his cosplay was more Captain Jack Sparrow. My friend (who is actually Indian and not a pretendian) discovered he was pretending to be brown because how can you remain convincing if you know jack shit about the culture and language. So he had to own up to my mate who couldn’t get over it and couldn’t stop laughing. Everyone instantly knew after that, because he texted us all. After the shame of this, pretendian gave himself a new made up fake name that sounds a bit like the old one but could be Portuguese, because he’s now moved onto sweat lodges and Ayahuasca and all that ethnic central American shaman stuff thats more trendy than Indian gurus are now. He has a website, he teaches shamanism courses, it seems to involve a lot of barefoot people in fishermans trousers with their eyes closed, placing their hands on someones head and calling each other brother and sister, he sells war bonnets that he’s made out of dead geese that he’s found on Hackney Marsh (my mate said, ‘Hackney Eagle‘) and also these twig things with bits of dead mice on. I’m not sure what they are. He’s like a sitcom parody but he’s real and people fall for it. He’s universally loathed by everyone I know and is banned from the healing fields of even the most yoghurt weaving of festivals. TL;DR Never Trust A HippyI wonder how many other people there are out there like this? Its a bloody old trick. I was reading the other day about The Outlaw Josey Wales and the whole Forest Carter / Asa Earl Carter thing. Do people just think they can get away with it or just get caught up in the lie and are in too deep?
This underlines one of the premises of the psychogenealogy frame: the group is more important than the individual. A group mobilizes its individual members to satisfy group needs first before satisfying individual ones. This is most powerful when the individual is not even aware they are fulfilling a group function. Taking over the family business from his father, a son might believe this is the most natural thing to do, as everyone else in the family does. In a way, he gets groomed for the part. And this son may well be fulfilling a group need to ensure economic and social survival way beyond his own individual need!! To the point where his health might suffer or his marriage could fall apart and when he starts to ask, what’s going on here, nobody knows how to answer, or where to turn for answers.
She definitely seems to have out-Dolezaled Dolezal.
True fact: My family tree can be traced back to the sixth century BC, but only if you ignore my great-times-a-few granddad being born over a year after the death of the man whose name he inherited.Just so everyone knows. All those people from way back who you think you're related to you''re not. Well, not by blood anyway. Every single family has crazy amounts of illegitimate children in the family tree and you normally don't even have to go that far back to find it.
(tp, ffs)
True fact: My family tree can be traced back to the sixth century BC, but only if you ignore my great-times-a-few granddad being born over a year after the death of the man whose name he inherited.
I don't want to spoil it for you, but you really should ask your mum about that.I think we’re cousins.
Regarding the new case: how did she get away with it for so long? She obviously doesn't look like she has any recent African ancestry at all. Does confirm the notion that one of academia's functions is to contain verbally persuasive cranks and prevent them messing up more important work.
‘Nuka Zeus’ believes he’s the first trans-racial man.
A bit about Nuka:
Originally I thought he was on a wind up but apparently he’s not
Edit: one thing that occurred to me is that it must be very tiring if you constantly have to put on that fake accent.
On the plus side, just like to say that i think it's great that the majority reaction of Urban to this has been to launch into a discussion about how none of us know who our ancestors are and it's pretty weird if you do, and what the fuck does it matter anyway. Instead of a load of fucking bollocks about how dare she and obviously people would know etc. You've all just reminded me of why I'm here
Nope, not at all. I didn't find out my dad wasn't my biological dad till I was a teenager (and I wasn't told, I found out and confronted them)ffs, I don't even know who my dad is, let alone numerous generations in the past. Not uncommon, is it?
Actually my sister and I both separately came to the conclusion that my mum’s family aren’t far removed from North Kent gypsy heritage. Our mum reckons not, but I’d be interested to see if it’s true. (Tbh it’s mostly because my grandparents were first cousins, and my granddad used a fair bit of gypsy dialect)...
Tbh I think this kind of thing is more likely to colour our feelings and sense of connection to distant ancestors than anything else. I only knew one grandparent. She was a very unpleasant person. One other grandparent who died before I was born sounds like he was a total cunt. It almost becomes a position of faith or belief that their cuntitude has nothing to do with me. I know I am not anything like that. I have my own set of faults of course but they are mine. And I have no desire to delve deeper.Nope, not at all. I didn't find out my dad wasn't my biological dad till I was a teenager (and I wasn't told, I found out and confronted them)
It totally fucked my head up for a bit, but more so that everyone lied to me, felt like I couldn't trust the ground I walked on for a bit, let alone people. They said they did it because it would have been too confusing for me to hear the truth but tbh I think it was more of a cultural, shame avoiding tactic for them.
I have zero interest in searching my family tree, or indeed dna testing.. perhaps partly because of this lie I was told, partly because the great grandparents I met were horrendously abusive, but mainly because as I see it, us humans are all family and I don't identify with my ancestors any more than yours.
Nope, not at all. I didn't find out my dad wasn't my biological dad till I was a teenager (and I wasn't told, I found out and confronted them)
It totally fucked my head up for a bit, but more so that everyone lied to me, felt like I couldn't trust the ground I walked on for a bit, let alone people. They said they did it because it would have been too confusing for me to hear the truth but tbh I think it was more of a cultural, shame avoiding tactic for them.
I have zero interest in searching my family tree, or indeed dna testing.. perhaps partly because of this lie I was told, partly because the great grandparents I met were horrendously abusive, but mainly because as I see it, us humans are all family and I don't identify with my ancestors any more than yours.
George Foreman has 5 sons, all named George.My G-G-grandparents ran out of imagination after two boys names, so they used one of them again. Two brothers out of three called Sydney. Both alive and in the house at the same time....
That’s pretty rotten. Poor Sidneys.My G-G-grandparents ran out of imagination after two boys names, so they used one of them again. Two brothers out of three called Sydney. Both alive and in the house at the same time....
Exactly so, CdL. I was struggling to articulate just why the whole ancestor heritage stuff filled me with some dismay...and I think the dishonesty and evasion which characterised much of my young life, was central to my distrust and even cynicism about the whole family project/cultural identity theme. By the time I was old enough to be more demanding or suspicious,, everyone had either fallen out beyond hope or carked it.Nope, not at all. I didn't find out my dad wasn't my biological dad till I was a teenager (and I wasn't told, I found out and confronted them)
It totally fucked my head up for a bit, but more so that everyone lied to me, felt like I couldn't trust the ground I walked on for a bit, let alone people. They said they did it because it would have been too confusing for me to hear the truth but tbh I think it was more of a cultural, shame avoiding tactic for them.
I have zero interest in searching my family tree, or indeed dna testing.. perhaps partly because of this lie I was told, partly because the great grandparents I met were horrendously abusive, but mainly because as I see it, us humans are all family and I don't identify with my ancestors any more than yours.