I finally got up the courage to ask a man in my Cultural Anthropology class a question that has been dogging me since he brought it up. He is probably in his mid-to-late twenties, grew up in Niger, speaks many languages fluently, has lived in many countries thus far, owns a record label(?), and is retired... and in talking about Western Culture was absolutely astonished by how crazy our ideas of 'beauty' are. He explained that in his culture, they do not put the same emphasis on being thin that we do. In his culture, bigger women are called 'Madames', and that it is crazy to be immersed in a culture where we only see thin as beautiful.
Yeah, rock on!
So this led to my questioning... would I be a madame? I mean, obviously, if 'madame' equates to 'big woman', I am it... but I wanted to hear it. Until today I couldn't grab him at the right moment. I tried, but other people were there, talking about the record label, or asking him about speaking in Pidgin on his cellphone.
So today while we were both having a ciggie, I grabbed him (euphemistically) and said I needed to ask him a question, he hopped to attention and lowered himself to be able to hear me better. Ha!
Me: A while ago you said that in your culture, bigger woman are called Madames...
Him: Yes!
Me: Would I be called a madame?
Him: Oh yes!
Me: How big do you have to be to be a madame?
Him: That girl there, she would not be a madame...
[he points to a 17-18 year old girl, 5'9", 135 lbs. ex-model (for real)]
Me: and it's a good thing, right?
Him: Oh yeah, people will do everything for you. If you need something, you say to any man "Hey, grab me that." and he'll get it for you. For real. Talk about bling!
Yes... in the midst of finals week, whenever I feel stressed, I am going to think about my fine self, and just how much bling it entails.


My soull!!! 