Wildly appropriating: My thoughts on Cultural Appropriation

Hello readers of my blog! Today is the day that I first attempt to tackle the topic of cultural appropriation.

Cultural appropriation has become somewhat of a popular term this year. This phenomenon has, by definition, existed since different cultures began interacting with each other. However, accusations of cultural appropriation have become somewhat rampant this year.

So before I jump in. I will acknowledge that yes, I am Caucasian. To many people, my whiteness negates the validity of my opinion on this subject because my culture cannot be appropriated in the sense of the word commonly used today (some think that cultural appropriation is synonymous with acculturation which could apply to any culture, but I’m not dealing with that definition in this post.) A rough definition of cultural appropriation as the term has been used recently would be the inappropriate use of other culture’s symbols, traditions, etc. by someone not of that culture (very rough definition, indeed.) To be honest though, I have an opinion on the matter and whether or not my ethnicity negates it’s validity, I am still going to write about it. Mostly, accusations of cultural appropriation tend to confuse me.

I will start by saying I can COMPLETELY understand peoples’ anger around certain exhibits of cultural appropriation and similar offences. I am definitely of the opinion that “blackface” is a no and will always be a no. The fact that Johnny Depp was chosen to play Tonto in the Lone Ranger also seemed incredibly bizarre to me. Also, the white guy playing the Prince of Persia… Really? Furthermore, the “sexy” First Nations’ themed Halloween costumes are in incredibly poor taste and quite offensive.

Do you know what I do have an issue with? Being told that I can’t like certain things because I am Caucasian. This month, I have been given a list by the members of the internet of all the things i am NOT supposed to like. For example, I read last week that my love of rap music is illegitimate because I have never experienced the struggles some rappers rap about. In light of Miley Cyrus’ much criticized behaviour, I am apparently not supposed to “twerk.” My clothing choice is also supposed to be limited to prints that have not been inspired by any print coming from Africa because that is appropriation as well.

Please don’t be offended by my sarcasm. I literally have read posts on all of those things and if I was smarter I would have bookmarked them but I didn’t. If you google Cultural Appropriation though, I’m sure you could find them.

There are several reasons why these things offend me. First of all, I will listen to whatever music I want to listen to. Since I first discovered music aside from my parents’ funk and disco collections, I fell in love with rap. My friends mostly listened to rap back then and most of my friends now do too. Do you know what else? I don’t think any of my friends black or white have gone through the struggles of some American rappers who grew up in places like Compton and the South Side of Chicago. I live in Canada, it’s pretty struggle free for most of us. Does that mean that no Canadian can like american gangster rap? I’m not sure. I’m confused on that one.

As for the twerking. Yes I can twerk, I do twerk and I can tweak well. If you want proof ask one of my friends I have gone clubbing with. They will attest to it because no I will not show anyone because I don’t do that kind of thing anymore. WHY CAN’T I TWERK? I’m seriously baffled by this one. A style of dance is now appropriating. What about salsa? Can I not salsa?

Finally, the “African Print” thing. My Nigerian step-mum suggested she get a traditional outfit made for me which I’m sure will feature something you could call an “African Print” and I love the idea. Know what I don’t love? Realizing that someone somewhere could see me wearing it and scream cultural appropriation at the top of their lungs and hunt me down.

See, all ranting aside, sometimes it appears to me that anything that involves incorporating other cultures is suddenly deemed unacceptable cultural appropriation. I am never sure where the line of acceptable multiculturalism and unacceptable appropriation lies.  I’m aware that people who talk about cultural appropriation are usually doing us a service, bringing our attention to ways we may not be aware we’re being offensive. But sometimes I just feel like I can’t enjoy anything that doesn’t come from my own culture. And that seems weirdly segregate-y to me. So yes I will continue to be against sexy Native American Halloween costumes and shake my head at “blackface.” But I will also continue to listen to rap music and twerk in front of my mirror. And yes I really hope I get to wear a traditional Nigerian outfit out somewhere, ignorant of my wild cultural appropriation by virtue of my music preferences, dance abilities, and interracial family.

Am I the only one who feels like this? Tell me your opinion please and thank you.

So you had a shitty day, week, month, year, couple years or whatever

“This is the worst day ever”

“FML”

“Ugh I hate my life”

I often find myself saying these things… without any thought to whether I could actually qualify my day as being the worst I have ever experienced. It’s a totally hyperbolic statement made by most of us on a regular basis because something small went wrong: You missed your bus, you were late for your shift, you got yelled at by your parents/teacher/boss, Tim Hortons ran out of egg for your breakfast wrap etc. Usually, ten minutes later you’re feeling perfectly fine again.

But what happens when something big goes wrong? What do you do when you can actually fairly say that your day or month or year was HORRIBLE?

Well I’ve had a horrible couple of years. My grandmother and my mother died of cancer within a couple months of each other. I had my biggest heartbreak of my life. I had a nervous breakdown and messed up my school year. I had incredible drama with a couple of my good friends. And I had a couple more personal issues that I’d prefer not to publish.

Now some of you may be wondering how so much shit could happen to a person in the span of a year and a half. Others may be thinking “pfffffff I’ve gone through worse.” For me, this year was basically rock bottom.

I’m doing much better now so I thought I’d share some of the things that I did (or didn’t do but totally wish I did) to get through it.

  1. Don’t make any life-changing decisions. Actually… try and keep any sort of decision making to a minimal. Emotional trauma + big decisions = bad. [I moved to another city, started university and then got an apartment… None of which turned out very well.]
  2. Be a little self-indulgent. Go eat that tub of ben&jerry’s. Watch 5 seasons of your favourite show. Sleep in. Wallow in self pity. Buy yourself that ____ you’ve been wanting. [I did all of these things.] Just don’t get into it lest you become a depressed shut-in and your friends have to stage an intervention.
  3. Get physical. Put on some booty shorts and dance in front of your mirror. Or go for a run; bike ride; work out.. Whatever is your thing. But honestly – what is better than dancing in front of your mirror?
  4. Make yourself laugh. Watch the comedy network or YouTube stand-up comedy. Watch a hilarious movie. Cat videos. Hang out with whichever friend makes you laugh the most.
  5. Do yo thang, gurl. Dye your hair whatever colour you want. Try break-dancing. All your friends are taking gym but you want to take creative writing? Do it. This is your life and your life it going kind of shitty so YOU do what YOU think will make YOU happy.
  6. Escape. Go on a trip to visit your best friend in another city. Or go camping. Distract yourself a little. A temporary change in environment is freeing. And it can get you out of a funk if you’re in one. [hint: do this after you’re done wallowing in self pity…]
  7. Express yourself. Talk about it or write about it.

or twerk it out….