I Am Very Proud of You
by Dr. Pants on Mar.01, 2007, under Norway
Found online:
As a child, I was taught that the point of toothbrushing is to prevent the bacteria in food particles from producing an acidic environment that would cause tooth decay. Later, in sex ed, I learned that semen is alkaline. So what I’m wondering is, does having a little bit of semen in my mouth before I go to sleep also prevent tooth decay? It’s more fun than using a toothbrush. –Creative Hygiene in Santa Barbara, CA
Frankly I don’t have the faintest idea, C. But please don’t let that stop you from spreading this theory around.
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A friend of mine from Buffalo sent me this:
How’s it going? Are you, A) Somewhat assimilated B). Halfway assimilated or C). Completely assimilated.
I’ve been studying Ethnic Lit of late and the word “assimilation” has of course come up several times with regard to “trans-nationalism” and the problematics of “WE.”
I think about you with respect to leaving the United States to take up life in a completely different country–one of which you were very much in the dark about, and one that many Americans haven’t any real experiential knowledge of. I know that some of your narratives in the past expressed the difficulties you encountered with regard to assimilation.
Dialogue came up in class this week about how Americans are percieved in other countries. I remember you had expressed on more than one occasion, that being an “American” worked against you at times in Norwegian society.
Well, I am not Borg yet. I have drunk (drank?) Borg beer on many occasions with little side effects (other than the obvious) .
She sent me some questions to answer about my experiences living here in Norway. I feel it is fitting to answer them online for all to read. I could go on for days with these questions.. Just warning you ahead of time…
1). I remember you had expressed on more than one occasion, that being an “American” worked against you at times in Norwegian society –In retrospect, how had that effected you mentally and emotionally at the time?
Let me see. George Bush has been a real help.He really has created a bad image of Americans.. Thankfully most Europeans understand that GW isn’t the only American.
One of my first nights here I was at a bar and asked for a light. They looked like decent intellectual folk in my opinion. All I got for my American accent and request for ‘help’ was the middle finger 1 inch from my face. Or there was the time I was at an ‘After Party’ six months into my stay. I still had very little understanding of the Norwegian language so I spoke English. This seemed to single me out to have my face smashed into a glass table many times (breaking my nose) by someone whom I never met nor had any contact with prior to the incident. There were a few others too.
Now, how do I know this had anything to do with me being American? I don’t. One thing I can tell you is that I was a bartender for a really long time. I worked at some ‘rustic’ places and never encountered such acts of hatred towards me, at such a high frequency, as I did here the first year.
I also loved sitting in a classroom, language class, with Iranians, Somalis, Iraqis, Vietnamese, Philippians, Chileans, Colombians and anywhere else we decided to invade, bomb, destroy, fuck over, etc. It’s always comforting to be sitting there, having nothing to do with any of it, feeling like all the things your country has done is who these people think you are. How did I deal with it? I used humor as much as I could. If I was to BE the US I might as well be kind, friendly and funny. I like to think I got along well with the people in my classes. When leaving I used to say ‘Vi vaskes’ (We’ll wash!) instead of ‘Vi snakkes (We’ll talk) ! That was a big hit.
One thing that clearly separates Americans from Norwegians is expression. A Norwegian will not use their face or volume to express themselves as much as an American will. In the beginning Deb had a hard time understanding when I was being emphatic. My voice and expression made me appear hostile rather than expressive here. She wasn’t the only one who misunderstood this either.
So how did I deal with all of this? God knows. Honestly, if I would have made the trip 5 years sooner I would have left and gone home. But I spent a lot of time on myself in the years before coming here. I got to know myslelf and learned better how to deal with adversity. Think about it. I had a decent job and a family that lived close by. I was at the start of making my way in this world. I then decided to ditch all of that and start again in a very foreign country. Many times I thought about that. Problems were endless.. ‘This soon will pass,’ was a reoccurring phrase I used. It was in no way easy the first few years. I am really amazed at myself for making it this far. Now that I have a job and a nice place it is getting better.. Miles better than how I lived in the beginning.
More tomorrow..



March 2nd, 2007 on 1:16 pm
……And that’s one to grow on……….
March 5th, 2007 on 6:48 pm
I lived in West Germany from 1981 from late 1981 through late 1995. At age 22, I cried alone in my room for the first month. For the better part of the first year, I was angry with the Germans. Then, faily suddenly, I understood them. This was the Reagan era, so anti-americanism was de vogue during that period, much like today, in Europe. But, I came to understand the idiosyncracies, and appreciate them. I loved Germany. When I learned I’d be there for three years, I honestly didn’t think I’d make it. Three years to a 22 year old might as well be thirty years. Six months before leaving, without having returned to the U.S. even once, I enthusiastically extended for an additional 14 months. It’s still a highlight of my life. I did the same “smile, joke, humor” meme that you’ve tried, and was still taken in to a back bedroom at a party once to watch Italian films puporting to show Americans scalping native Americans… not so subtle message. I was refused entry to clubs, because, well, Americans are ‘trouble’, and all sorts of other indignities. But I grew from it, and I met many friends who are still friend today, oddly. If you haven’t hit that point yet, you will. It’s not easy- it’s hard. But you find that niche. Hang in there, and I’ll bet in your later life you’ll believe, as I do, that you wouldn’t trade it for anything. Stay proud, you’re an American, not the current regime - and people will understand that as they get to know you. I envy your experience. Even the tales of the befuddling bureaucracy, like obtain DSL, I can relate to. And it’s ok… you’ll be glad one day for learning the system is so different. Eventually, maybe you’ll even see things you admire about the Norske, vis a vis Americans. I did. And you’ll have that frame of reference forever in your intellectual decisionmaking, and it will always be for the better. Please trust me on that. Hang in there. Fight the good fight, and you’ll be a better, more informed, happier person when this chapter in your life ends. Please trust me on that.
March 5th, 2007 on 6:50 pm
No, I’m not drunk, just a poor keyboard operatior. I meant I lived in Germany from late 19981 thru 1995. Sheesh.
March 5th, 2007 on 6:55 pm
One. Last. Try.
I Lived In Germany From Late 1981 thru 1985. (four years)
Note to self: Friggen PROOF READ BEFORE POSTING………
March 7th, 2007 on 7:02 am
Lol! DK You are a funny person. You did something that I would most certainly do.
I read about Germany. I can agree with you on many levels although I think Germany is a little too German for my taste. I think you must have had it much harder than I did.
As for me now, I reread what I wrote and have found that I left out all the good stuff that I have experienced here. I suppose it was a rather biting entry… The thing I miss the most about home is not anyTHING, just a bunch of people whom I love and care about..
March 15th, 2007 on 2:21 pm
DK…I love the fact that Germans were judging you on atrocities….that’s fuckin rich. Did you shit yourself laffing? That’s why I always carry a DVD of German War Camp footage with me whenever I’m at a party there….in hopes that someone takes me in a back bedroom. Because that’s what I like to do in back bedrooms at parties, watch historical atrocity footage….well that and snort drugs and fuck.
March 15th, 2007 on 8:06 pm
Dr Doctor,
How can a man so skinny live so phat?