Wednesday, 19 March 2014
Mean White Girls
I just recently started a job where I work with a completely female staff. One really nice thing is that this job hires all ethnicities, races and religions. Interestingly, that's a first from my experience, and I have found that I rather like it. Learning about someone, who they are and where they come from are a fascinating part of my day. However, I have noticed something strange, overall, (with a few exceptions of course) the women who have made me feel the most welcome, and part of the group, have been the beautiful ladies, largely of racial backgrounds other than "white" girls. Now, I am not saying that this is a fair judgement or assessment by any means, but it is the white girls who have the tendency to come across as self-centered, rude and generally unfriendly.
I've spent a lot of time mulling this over. Is this a localized phenomenon? Is it simply a personality clash? I can't expect to get along with everyone. Is it because I am not in the position to really get to know them? Is it a broken reflection of Caucasian culture? Or, is it me? Am I actually the same way?Am I unwelcoming and suspicious of people who are new to my environment?
Daring to hazard a guess, I would say it is possibly the way that I am perceiving the situation, by oversimplifying complex, long term work relationships. However, it started to make me wonder, would I behave the same way if I wasn't the one desperate to make an "adult" human connection to embrace during a day filled with never-ending demands from tiny lips and adorable faces? Do I react this way when a new-comer (a new white girl) is trying to become a part of my world?
It deeply saddens me to remember times when I have behaved coldly, not allowing someone new in my world the simple comfort and of easy, friendly acceptance. In the grand scheme of things, a small kindness is not requiring the other to prove their own worth.
As a Christian, I want to believe that my belief system of loving others, and accepting others as they are comes naturally to me, but maybe it's not as natural as I thought. Maybe it takes effort, the effort to step outside of the insecurities I have built within myself, perhaps to even step outside of my own cultural limitations in being kind and loving to ladies from all cultures - even my own. To not see every other white woman as a threat, judging her immediately without giving her the same benefit of doubt that I would enjoy myself.
Through all of these new experiences, I am learning that I don't have to be defensive or caustic, that what other people express is more about me than about them, and it's my job to love them where they're at. To be kind to them no matter how they respond to me...especially to the white girls.
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