Social Culture vs. Individual Culture

Social Culture vs. Individual Culture







Cultures can be broken down all kinds of ways and re-arranged and categorized and blown up. In fact culture is an arbitrary word that means almost nothing and applies to anything. If for example I happen to be in a certain division on a certain ship that routinely practices eating babies, well that’s a culture. And if the babies are always fresh, compared to other divisions on the ship that sometimes eat rotten babies, well that’s what we learned folk call “cultural diversity”. Social culture is what I call any culture ascribed to a person, and people that is purely aesthetic in nature. Not the culture itself, but the ascribing, in fact I should probably rewrite these sentences so that when I read them later they make sense. Individual culture is practiced by individuals in groups. That is people who chose to be a part of a culture. For an example, the chief of my division is practicing his individual culture when he eats babies. I don’t eat the babies, but because the people around me do, I am a part of a social culture of baby eating. If none of this makes sense tjofghjvg,,











I call it Social culture because I hate it like I hate Socialism







If you were born in America you are an American. Americans eat white bread, buy stuff, and are Satan. You may not necessarily do any of these things but you are still an American. Because when your mom squirted out a pile of goo that included lumps of meat that eventually came to be your limbs, she did it in the current legal border of the United States. Magical United States beams then filled you with American culture and your fate was sealed. Enjoy your white bread Yank.











As if this weren’t enough. You are then educated on maps of America that show the US floating in a white background by itself with Alaska and Hawaii close to the California coast. You see when business men in Hawaii overthrew the Queen and made Hawaii American property, it floated to its current position 80 miles west of Los Angeles. Of course it was still invisible at the time, just like Puerto Rico. Until the fateful day when the Congress made it a state and it appeared all of a sudden on projectors across the legal boundary of America. After your daily dose of Pledge of Allegiance (because being born in America is a legal and spiritual contract that you belong and therefore must either stay American, or break your unwritten word) you are told that other people exist in this world. They sucked, so we killed them, at various times for various reasons. For example, when Mexico wouldn’t call upon the Gods of border lines and redraw it to have America look bigger, we killed everyone in our path to the capital. I say we, because anyone who ever did anything in America ever is a part of us, and only us. No one in Mexico is a part of us, that’s why its “we killed them” not “we killed us” or the unthinkable “They killed them.” Should you decide to break the binds of your contract and join another culture that is defined by its natural or political boundaries, you are forever branded with the “American” title. As anyone or their Great, Great, Great, Great, Great Grandchild is eternally tacked with the previous boundaries they occupied. For example I have a friend who is African-American because 200 years ago somebody blood (therefore eternally) related to him probably lived somewhere in the fluctuating boundaries of Africa. I say probably because we all just assume he’s African-American, he’s definitely American, because I can see him, and anyone who isn’t American is invisible, but the African part we deduce from his black skin. And by black, I mean more plentiful in melanin than my Filipino friend. Of course since America is the most important country in the world, anywhere you go to live you will always be American. For example if I gain citizenship in Japan, I am not an American-Japanese; I am an American with Japanese citizenship. It should also be noted that any place in America you are born defines what kind of American you are. For example, I was born in Stockton California, therefore I will always be a Californian, and in California I will always be a farmer. I haven’t actually farmed before, but Stockton is surrounded by farms, so anyone from Stockton gets farm waves injected into them at birth.







Anything associated with anything associated with you is you. For example, Tupac Shakur did stuff that others called rap. Rap consists of saying words, and sometimes rhyming them, usually accompanied by other indefinable sounds. Although the definition is shaky and rhymed words can by accompanied by sounds, and even be said by Tupac and still not be called rap, but rap still exists physically. So because he said the words with the sounds that others called rap, and my African-American friend is black, it’s a part of his culture. My friend doesn’t like rap, but I do, I am not black so I am an outsider. I will never belong, I grew up listening to Snoop and Biggie, always humming the words I wasn’t allowed to say, but you understand don’t you?







Food is real. And is a part of culture. For example, if I take corn and mash it up into a ball and spit on it, and mash it, and spit on it and mash it some more, then fry it and eat it, I am eating South American food. If I take the corn and boil the shit out of it, then dry it out, then mash it, I am eating American food, but more specifically “Southern food”. And if I take the corn whole and throw it in a microwave for 15 seconds, I am eating Ramon food, which is neither here nor there, but I suggest you try it, Ramon made a believer out of me.







I hope this explains social culture in a manner so fucked up and incomprehensible that you come to realize, this is the nature of social culture, and anyone that can try to claim any of the shit I spewed is tangible and not arbitrary (except for Ramon food which is awesome) is either a fucking moron or a liar.







Individual culture is un-American







If I decide to build houses for a living, regardless of who or where I am, I must first learn how to build houses, and then build them. The next thing might be to go where people like houses built and spend time there. I might even spend time with people who A. Have houses, or B. Want a house or several, simultaneously. Thusly I would be in an individual culture of house building. My eating habits would consist of food native to places that are near where I build houses. My hands may become callused and worn, to the point I would routinely wear gloves. I may try to avoid losing toes by wearing steel toed boots, and may enjoy pockets in my sturdy pants and shirts. I may also wear a hard hat. I would try to keep clean, but it would be hard and I wouldn’t be inclined to eat out, or go shopping before I showered. I may start to speak louder and more hoarsely while simplifying my vocabulary all to enhance my building of houses. I am in an individual culture, shared with others, not others exactly like me, but others whose actions help me, or my actions help them, either way a culture is formed, I chose it, and it consists entirely of my preferences, not arbitrary lines in the sand, ways of cooking, or skin color.







Truth by its very nature is simple.