The ladies at the next lunch table were having a discussion about what it means to "really be Greek." My boyfriend thinks he's Greek, but..." "Ommigod, look at her rolling her eyes!" "Well, he's not! His family is from Minnesota or something?" "Oh, he was born here?" "No, he was born in Greece, but he grew up in the MidWest."
Then she proceeded to describe all the thigs about him that make him inauthentically Greek. I tuned in an out and didn't actually catch the whole conversation, but some qualities mentioned involved a love of potato chips and frugality. "He thinks he's funny but he's not," was a comment thrown out there, but I was more interested in tracking calendar with symptom notes.
When I stood up to throw something away, I glanced in their direction since they sat between me and the trash can. They were a table full of mixed girls, all of whom have American accents, wearing pretentiously "edgy" outfits, eating asian-fusian cuisine from a place called something like "The Eaterie," still discussing the arrogance of someone claiming an association with a place where he was born. Like, he's less Greek for loving such obviously 'Merican things, like potato chips and video games. I wanted to ask them if they were less American because of their obvious love of Eurotrash-inspired cloth and food. I didn't, mostly because I would like to continue not being the crazy person in this, but it leaves me feeling uneasy.
Do gossipers have any idea how lacking in intelligence they sound when their high-almost-shrill voices gab in loud volumes?
I guess my biggest fear is, if these are my peers, am I guilty of the same behavior simply because the same mentality that led to their hiring led to mine, as well?
Idk. Maybe I'm just PMSing. Maybe I should add that to my new lady-bits calendar.
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