Sunday, April 03, 2005
Pregnant II
Before I get to my gay bar story... I just have to talk the following off my chest:
WHY IS EVERY-FREAKING-ONE AROUND ME PREGNANT???
Remember I told you about my cousin the other day? And my parents' friend?
Now my cousin's younger sister is pregnant. From a turk. A turk! Yes, call me racist all you want, screw you. Turks are Austria's biggest pestilence. They are an invasion reaking of caraway seed and garlic, dirty, rude, and obnoxious, acting in our country like they are in theirs... which doesn't bode well, considering that Austria is a conservative catholic place that doesn't take well to foreign influences. They think they have rights, demand bi-lingual street signs, take our government money and feed their 27 children back in Turkey with it, then take advantage of our lax immigration laws and bring them and their 48 wifes into our city, to live in highly overpriced holes for appartment buildings that are a shame for our city, 20 people per 3 square ft room. They call you everything in the book if they address you in Turkish and you respond to them in German. The streets in the "Turkish quarters" in Vienna (which - by now - spread over about half the city, and no, this is NOT an exaggeration) are dirty and smelly, and there are bazar-like gatherings at every street corner. It is a surprise if you walk the streets of your AUSTRIAN hometown, and hear more than an occasional word in German, that's otherwise drowned in a squabble of Turkish. In summertime you can't sit on the balcony anymore in my parents' building, for all you hear is their music, and praying muhezzins, loud enough to entertain three blocks. Police activity has increased significantly over the recent years in our area, and one almost has to be afraid walking in the street that once was playground for my sister and I and all our (Austrian) friends, where we wouldn't have to fear anything, where there was a park for us to play, with neatly planted flowers and roses, and a sandbox to play in, and...
...ugh... yeah. Pregnancies.
And yeah, yeah... spare me your complaints. Try living there for a week. Send your hatemail to ihateturksandopenlyadmittoit@ishoveyourveilupyourass.com
So. One of them got my baby cousin pregnant, after cashing her paychecks month after month after month, causing havoc in our family. But her, being stupid enough, let it happen, and let herself be knocked up by him. Now she's pregnant with a half-turk and he, of course, has made like a cloud and dissipated into thin air. Dumb girl wants to keep it, wants to move back in with mommy, and wants mommy to pay for everything. Mommy gives her the boot and tells her to either have an abortion or go to a women's house for help, and then she cries on the phone to my mom for hours.
What kind of a world do we live in???
Of course, on the good side, my ex's sister, who has been single for YEARS and an absolute mental case about dying old and lonely and without a man, has finally met a nice young man that my ex's family approves of, and is now scheduled to give birth in October. That's nice. I am happy for her. She's well over 30, and her mother is well into "IwannabeagrandmaNOWandIdon'tcarehowmuchpressureIputonmykids"- mode. I like to see when things work out. :)
And I am jealous, of course.
I wonder when it'll be my time... last night while waiting in line to get some ColdStone ice cream and watching a young family playing with their toddler, The Fiancé suddenly leaned over to me really close and whispered "I wanna marry you soon" into my ear...
WHY IS EVERY-FREAKING-ONE AROUND ME PREGNANT???
Remember I told you about my cousin the other day? And my parents' friend?
Now my cousin's younger sister is pregnant. From a turk. A turk! Yes, call me racist all you want, screw you. Turks are Austria's biggest pestilence. They are an invasion reaking of caraway seed and garlic, dirty, rude, and obnoxious, acting in our country like they are in theirs... which doesn't bode well, considering that Austria is a conservative catholic place that doesn't take well to foreign influences. They think they have rights, demand bi-lingual street signs, take our government money and feed their 27 children back in Turkey with it, then take advantage of our lax immigration laws and bring them and their 48 wifes into our city, to live in highly overpriced holes for appartment buildings that are a shame for our city, 20 people per 3 square ft room. They call you everything in the book if they address you in Turkish and you respond to them in German. The streets in the "Turkish quarters" in Vienna (which - by now - spread over about half the city, and no, this is NOT an exaggeration) are dirty and smelly, and there are bazar-like gatherings at every street corner. It is a surprise if you walk the streets of your AUSTRIAN hometown, and hear more than an occasional word in German, that's otherwise drowned in a squabble of Turkish. In summertime you can't sit on the balcony anymore in my parents' building, for all you hear is their music, and praying muhezzins, loud enough to entertain three blocks. Police activity has increased significantly over the recent years in our area, and one almost has to be afraid walking in the street that once was playground for my sister and I and all our (Austrian) friends, where we wouldn't have to fear anything, where there was a park for us to play, with neatly planted flowers and roses, and a sandbox to play in, and...
...ugh... yeah. Pregnancies.
And yeah, yeah... spare me your complaints. Try living there for a week. Send your hatemail to ihateturksandopenlyadmittoit@ishoveyourveilupyourass.com
So. One of them got my baby cousin pregnant, after cashing her paychecks month after month after month, causing havoc in our family. But her, being stupid enough, let it happen, and let herself be knocked up by him. Now she's pregnant with a half-turk and he, of course, has made like a cloud and dissipated into thin air. Dumb girl wants to keep it, wants to move back in with mommy, and wants mommy to pay for everything. Mommy gives her the boot and tells her to either have an abortion or go to a women's house for help, and then she cries on the phone to my mom for hours.
What kind of a world do we live in???
Of course, on the good side, my ex's sister, who has been single for YEARS and an absolute mental case about dying old and lonely and without a man, has finally met a nice young man that my ex's family approves of, and is now scheduled to give birth in October. That's nice. I am happy for her. She's well over 30, and her mother is well into "IwannabeagrandmaNOWandIdon'tcarehowmuchpressureIputonmykids"- mode. I like to see when things work out. :)
And I am jealous, of course.
I wonder when it'll be my time... last night while waiting in line to get some ColdStone ice cream and watching a young family playing with their toddler, The Fiancé suddenly leaned over to me really close and whispered "I wanna marry you soon" into my ear...
