I wouldn't go there with wop.
You bet your ass you wouldn't. Nor guinea, dago, ginzo, guido and goombah. My father still gets the racial slurs, and I get them, from friends and acquaintances who think it's "cute." It's demeaning, yet I'm being uber-sensitive when I ask them to cease and desist.
I might joke with an Irish person about being a mick - I wouldn't go there with wop.
I gotta say...I would probably get pretty pissy with someone who made a joke like that with me.
Nor guinea, dago, ginzo, guido and goombah.
Goombah? I thought they were those guys in
Super Mario Brothers.
Goombah? I thought they were those guys in Super Mario Brothers.
They are. "Goombah" is the bastardization of the word
compare,
which means a close friend. Second-generation Italian-Americans who only knew certain words and phrases of Italian, as well as lacking the accent to pronounce them properly, invented their own pronunciation which transformed them into wholly Italian-American words. "Rigot'" for
ricotta,
and "fungool" for
vafunculo
are just two examples. Italians have no clue what is being said when their relatives from the States use these words.
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Goombah? I thought they were those guys in Super Mario Brothers.
They are.
Oh, der.
smacks forehead
I was, of course, talking about
Super-fucking-Mario Brothers.
"Goombah" is the bastardization of the word compare, which means a close friend.
Huh. Do Italians make it a habit of jumping on the heads of their close friends? That's not very genial.
Do Italians make it a habit of jumping on the heads of their close friends?
Only on special occasions. Like when they don't have fireballs.
I was, of course, talking about Super-fucking-Mario Brothers.
See?
Compare
is a word that is used for very special relationships. It should not be describing the lowest level of fiends in a video game. Especially when Goombah carries additional negative connotations.
It's odd where lines get drawn amongst the familiar.
During a particularly stressful time before an event a few years ago, Maya and I got a little heated at each other.
Maya said, "You're just being a bitch because I married a Black man."
I said, "Sluts like you muddy the race."
And we fell apart laughing at the stupidity of the entire argument.
I don't presume that I could have that exchange with anyone else.
I don't presume that I can touch ita's hair, though I love her and she knows I mean no harm, for example. There's a boundary. Maya says to me, "YOU can go there." Someone else can't. There's the understood.
It's an interesting thing.
And by a strange coincidence, in today's Boston globe, something semi-related to this discussion.
I was just going to post that, Frank!