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Monday, November 20, 2006


We had a pretty interesting discussion today in my Human Behavior class, talking about culture and identity. After hearing someone mention the specific area of her home state that informed her identity quite a bit reminded me that a good portion of my own identity is based on my upbringing as a country girl, and trying to assimilate that into the city girl that I am now. So that's what I mentioned (hey, my first tattoo was even a Kansas-related one!), and wished I'd waited, because I thought of more things.

A lot of people mentioned family connection. And that's important to me, too. Tim in fact sometimes thinks it's weird that my extended family gets together so frequently (in that he's just not used to that). But my identity is also influenced by the fact that my parents both essentially left their families to strike out on their own. It's not like any other relations live in Kansas--or anywhere near by. That's a wicked streak of independence that my parents probably sometimes wish I didn't inherit.

And the thing that I reeeeally wish I had mentioned (because any other time, it would just seem like bragging) is that part of my identity is formed around social justice. My relatives are probably the reason why I am a social worker today. I am so very proud of coming from a legacy of social work, social policy, and charitable works in the name of religion. I am frankly amazed that I have a grandmother who went to grad school in the 40s, for social work. And my grandfather was one of the founders of the National Center for the Laity (a principle at the heart of which says "A critical virtue for the laity is social justice"), along with his best friend, my grandmother's brother. There really were some powerhouses in my family, and I'm so proud to be carrying on the legacy.

Man, I'm so disappointed I forgot to mention all that.

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