But the Indian people tend to be very tolerant of spousal absurdity.
So much riduculousness. Where to even begin?
Maybe here:
Before we got together, Sanjay was greatly amused by my reciting various things in Hindi to him.
Yeah, I bet he was.
(She was apparently just reading random phrases out of a Hindi-English phrasebook.)
I also like her parenthetical that there are hundreds of languages in India, so you might want to figure out which one your object of romantic interest speaks. You don't say.
Per Google Translate:
Kyā āpa ā apa aura mērē etchings dēkhō pasanda hai?
You already got it exactly right in 2, teo. You don't have to point out that it applies to every single sentence in the piece.
Most Indians are innately gracious, social creatures
Jesus Christ.
(Come, let us ponder the enigma of the Indian soul. So fond of dancing, but so fond of eating too).
kama sutra kama sutra kama sutra
Indian men are hung like the bulls they (largely) don't eat.
You already got it exactly right in 2, teo. You don't have to point out that it applies to every single sentence in the piece.
Yeah, on the one hand it's so mockable, but on the other hand why make the effort?
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that this exists.
14: Hey, that's the Wordpress template I use!
I also kind of love:
They make up a large proportion of our graduate students -- just walk around the campuses of Harvard, Columbia or Stanford or and you will see these incredibly attractive brown people all over the place.
Maybe it's just me, but when I walk around those campuses, I see incredibly attractive people of all kinds all over the place. But they're undergraduates.
You must be looking in the wrong departments.
16: Maybe you should try to write an article on the reasons you might want to date an undergraduate.
The grad students may be attractive, but you don't see them by walking around the campuses.
I was an unattractive grad student, but I recall lots of walking around the campus.
Undergrads look so young to me now. I'm not sure when this happened, but it was pretty abrupt, like a duck/rabbit gestalt shift.
Sometimes you do. Many are the attractive grad students I've seen while walking around campus.
Yeesh, that article.
I do like Indian food, but otherwise it's a list of how to utterly fail to connect with me. Like a lot of immigrant kids born in America, I tend to find the old country sort of boring. Meanwhile, women from small towns in the South and Midwest strike me as exotic and intriguing.
The post in 19 is good, as are the comments to it.
Undergrads look so young to me now.
Yeah, I've noticed this too. It's odd, because they're really not that much younger than me.
The last three fucking Presidents have looked young to me.
24: Doesn't the number of grads almost equal undergrads at your institution? I think the gender balance (or imbalance) is fairly different, though. All those engineers or something.
This may be the first time I've read, or tried to read, something at the Huffington Post that's more offensive than the sidebar. But then I didn't scroll all the way down.
The post in 19 is quite good. The comments are kind of hilarious, as I'm waiting for it to move on from the involved discussion of precisely which circumstances govern whether or not saying "I really like Indian food" is racist.
It's much more polite to say "Do your people eat like this every night?" when to someone of the relevant ethnicity when eating in a restaurant serving the relevant ethnic cuisine. Also, try to work in the word "relevant."
Also, try to work in the word "relevant."
"How relevant would you say your ethnicity is to your diet? On a scale of 1 to 10."
33: It's a common survey for first dates and new friends. Also included:
"White people are well known for walking in this fashion. In what idiosyncratic way do your people typically walk? Please draw a simple representation below."
I was expecting How To Date A White Bitch (Advice For The Non-White Dude) already to be linked. Anyway, here it is.
Indian men are hung like the bulls they (largely) don't eat.
Nope.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/6161691.stm
"India holds the highest number of Miss World winners, only to be tied with Venezuela."
Venezuela population: 28 million
India population: 1.1 billion
Advantage, Venezuela!
I went out with an Indian boy for a few years. (I say Indian, he was from Finchley.) His parents hated me. They used to like me when we were at school together and were friends, and as soon as we started going out I became far far less welcome in their house. Which was a shame, because the food there was fucking great.
Last year he, as I had always predicted, married an Asian girl. (She may be Sri Lankan? They got married in Sri Lanka.) His parents look very happy in the wedding photos.
I've noticed that, over the past two or three years, I've heard "Indian chicks are the hottest" or similar from my Chettish white guy acquaintances more and more frequently. Never heard it before then. Clearly, there's some kind of something in the air.
Indian men are hung like the bulls they (largely) don't eat.
Apparently not, in point of fact.
If you want to be adventurous and score some points, I suggest you try cooking him/her a few Indian dishes. You can get the basic spices in most grocery stores.
Oh honey no. It is possible that after dating this boy for a few years and expressing an interest in his mother's cooking, she will give you some recipes and maybe even some spice mixes she has made. But her son will never tolerate your attempts at Indian cooking.
Also, her tips 1-3 are for amateurs. I recommend making the personal acquaintance of Viswa/nathan An/and. (Might not help with the boy, but you'll be a great hit at his family's parties.) Bonus points if his wife Aruna teaches you her rasam recipe.
Indian-Americans have won 8 of the last 12 National Spelling Bees, so you'd better come correct with that shit.
Bonus points if his wife Aruna teaches you her rasam recipe.
Wait, you know them? That probably helps with lots of geeks regardless of ethnicity.
WOOO GO VISHY
Yeah. More as acquaintances -- I wouldn't go visit them or anything -- but I've spent a decent amount of time with them on a few occasions. (This through my old host father in Hamburg, who is a chess journalist.)
The last three fucking Presidents have looked young to me.
Fucking presidents obviously include JFK and Clinton, but I'm not sure which one completes the triumvirate. The black one, probably.
Well, according to last week's unambiguously adorable Vows column,* the way to meet hot Indian men is to holler at them from across the street. (OK, fine, the while lady doing the hollering was trying to pick him up for her Indian friend, but still.)
*Vows makes everyone seem hateful, but these folks somehow escaped.
What's wrong with visibly protruding nipples as a way to meet hot Indian men?
Visibly recessed nipples might also work.
Given how many hot Indian men are doctors and engineers, they're the perfect people to fix any protruding nipple problems keeping you from climbing the corporate ladder.
*Vows makes everyone seem hateful, but these folks somehow escaped.
Also, her name (or, well, at least what she goes by) is Dimple!
Jane Lynch and her new wife looked great in the Times. That was an ordinary wedding announcement, rather than a Vows column, though.
Meanwhile, women from small towns in the South and Midwest strike me as exotic and intriguing.
I'm seeing an opportunity here for a great remake of The Bridges of Madison County.
They arranged to meet at a Prospect Heights dive bar of her choosing
TYPICAL
30: This may be the first time I've read, or tried to read, something at the Huffington Post that's more offensive than the sidebar.
God yes.
52: Whoa, this whole time I've been under the misapprehension that Glee was a reality TV show. Whoops.
47: Adorable indeed. I was cracking up over the age comments in particular (the bride is a whopping 3 years older than the groom):
"I'm glad you called," he said when he answered. They arranged to meet at a Prospect Heights dive bar of her choosing. He knew it was her when she walked in, partly because "she was gorgeous -- a sight to behold," he said, and partly because he'd looked her up online.
She had yet to type his name into any search box. "Didn't dawn on me," Ms. Chaudhary said. "That shows our age difference."
[...]
Several dates in, she learned he'd fibbed -- he was actually a month shy of 23.
"I guess I worried she wouldn't call if I was 22," he explained. "It just sounds young when you are on the other side of 25."
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NMM to David Markson.
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When I was little I believed quite firmly that Indian women were the most beautiful women on earth. I have no idea where this came from, but I was fixated on it. It certainly wasn't because I had much contact with Indians or Indian-Americans as a child. I also blamed my mother for not marrying the first man that asked her to, an Indian-American doctor. I thought life would have been so much better as the gorgeous half-Indian daughter of a doctor. (Why yes, how I assumed I'd still be me if I'd been born nearly a decade earlier and too different parents is a bit of a puzzle.)
/Weird tales from childhood.
46: Fucking presidents obviously include JFK and Clinton, but I'm not sure which one completes the triumvirate.
Harding.
46 and 63 are very unfair, even insulting, to Michelle Obama and Dick Cheney
she will give you some recipes
Surely she doesn't cook from recipes!
When I first saw the linked post in the OP linked elsewhere, I assumed it would be a thoughtful examination of some of the nuanced difficulties of interracial dating, in which the white woman author would consider and acknowledge her own self-analysis w/r/t possible fetishization of the "other," as well as complications that may arise from mutual prejudices on the part of family and friends. What if family on either side is affronted by a relationship that may symbolically point to a possible desire to break with their own culture? What if ignorance of cultural norms leads to a failure to comfortably participate in one another's lives? Does love, in fact, triumph over all? If one does find they are to some extent fetishizing the body of the other, is it OK if it is mutual? Is it something the couple can get past?
That might make an interesting yet still potentially offensive post. It would probably still be obnoxious. But I find it amazing that the author has this extraordinary level of squicky unexamined racism and classism (all Indians are beautiful brilliant genteel professional Ivy grads) to parade around in.
It reminds me most of a conversation I found myself in with one of my dad's octogenarian fishing buddies, in which the guy explained at length why a "squaw" makes the best wife. She never talks and she'll skin and cook whatever you kill.
At least one person on Metafilter thought the author did it all deliberately, as sort of fake display of or satire on the unconscious racis and classism one might encounter abroad in the world. It certainly has the savor of the real thing, though.
68: Oh, I absolutely thought it was a joke at first (they love to dance! so full of life!). But it really seems not to be.
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My first thought upon finishing reading the post was that her vagina must taste like fresh peaches. I can think of no other reason why some guy would put up with wooing via phrasebook Hindi and shitty spicebox curry.
71: See, it was stuff like that that make me think "Joke!" because, to quote GOB Bluth, come on! Food just like mom used to make! With curry powder from the Gas-n-Sip!
to quote GOB Bluth, come on!
I loved that show.
An ex of mine wooed a Hindu girl in a similar fashion. It's one of the reasons we stopped being friends. If I heard "Her brown skin next to my white skin! So beautiful!" one more time I was going to freak out. He did the Hindi phrasebook thing, the spicebox curry thing, the Bollywood thing... it was too sad.
My first thought upon finishing reading the post was that her vagina must taste like fresh peaches. I can think of no other reason why some guy would put up with wooing via phrasebook Hindi and shitty spicebox curry.
Is the distinctive benefit here supposed to be that fresh peaches are only available during part of the year, while her vagina is available year-round? Because otherwise just being as good as fresh peaches probably wouldn't cut it.
75: Exactly. Most other special wonderful flavors can be had, at least in some form along the same flavor trajectory, for a longer season. But a fresh ripe peach is in an entirely different world of sensation from a peach at any other time of year. Also, peaches and vaginas are often compared for their appearance, texture, and juiciness.
"Her brown skin next to my white skin! So beautiful!"
He should stop cheating at arm wrestling.
A vagina's texture is nothing like the sua peach's; that's insane.
Not even a vulva's texture is like a peach's!
All similes suffer from a certain amount of misrepresentation, but "nothing"? As in, a vulva's texture is more like that of a gravel pit, or a bicycle chain?
The apparently infinite tiger traps of potential offense and denunciation make me glad that I am too self-centered to feign interest in other cultures for the sake of love stone fruit.
Yes, I always just tell people right away when I think they have a shitty culture. It's for the best.
No dear, I'm not in the mood either, just jonesing for some peaches. You don't mind, do you?
83: I've always liked that song. And peaches, of course.
All this talk of obligatory music reminds me of how glad I was when somebody explained that when the radio station has "Mandatory Metallica," the mandate is from the station owner to the disk jockey. No one is required to listen.
I admit, I do fetishize the human body.
Oh! TCM is now showing Old Yeller. They didn't even run a parental advisory at the start. Isn't that illegal?
88: I'm hoping you aren't using "fetish" in its original sense.
84: How in must one be to get access to the flickr stream? I'm not really begging, just frustrated I've yet again clicked a link to something I can't see and gotten all OCD/antsy/completist about it.
But I don't think I was ever even offered the fruit basket, thank goodness, so maybe I'm not following protocol anyway. (And a better gift would be a reminder of how the fuck to go right to the end of the comments on an iPhone, which is a conversation I barely followed at the time but that my stupid iPad has made urgent.)
91: On the iPhone, if you click in the "Latest Comments" column right next to the username where it says "comments," it will take you directly to that comment. But, as far as I know, one is SOL if one would like quickly to get to the bottom of a thread that doesn't have a comment in the "Latest Comments" column. I would love to be wrong about this!
Otto, I love you!! Having a search feature is perfect for unfogged and elsewhere. Now I can take my nyquil and go to bed satisfied.
You'll need a fruit basket, though. The management apologizes for the oversight.
Armsmasher manages the Flickr group. To join you have to add him as a contact, then he can invite you to the group.
I would have thought the obligatory response to 79 would be: "Chestnuts."
74: the Hindi phrasebook thing, the spicebox curry thing, the Bollywood thing...
I have a fair amount of friends, and friends-of-friends, from India or of Indian ethnicity, and I cannot imagine a single one of them who would be vapid and clueless enough to fall for that kind of thing for even a minute. There was one girl in a Hindi film class, whom nobody could stand, who would maybe have been prey to such a strategy, but even she would have better taste than to fall for that, I would hope. She was a Bollywood true believer though, so maybe if you'd really done your Bollywood homework, you would have had an in. If you did try that, I think you would be shooting yourself in the foot if you couldn't name your favorite Raj Kapoor and Nargis movies.
102: Because men are always rejecting women who want to sleep with them for inadequate reasons?
102: I fear that this girl's attractions seemed to be limited to the loveliness of her brown skin against his white. Questions like "Is she smart? Do you like her?" went unanswered.
In related news, one of the most irritating things about the job I recently ended was Sir Mack-a-lot, the 50-something loser I worked with, getting busy with all the Chinese students by asking them, "Have you ever had bubble tea? It's amazing." Yes, I watched this work.
Bubble tea is cheaper than etchings. Win.
Yes, I watched this work.
[blink]
[blink]
God, people are confusing.
Just think of AWB as a fan of extremely high def porn.
An SAQ iPhone app
Société des alcools du Québec? That might come in handy the next time I'm in Montreal.
Now that iPhones are cheap, I think my wife will get one. And then maybe I'll get her iPod Touch, which is fine because I don't like to talk to people or get e-mail when I'm not at a desk.
It sounds tiring, carrying a desk around just to feel more comfortable talking to people.
For some reason, people complain less about the bill when I'm behind a desk.
peaches and vaginas are often compared for their appearance, texture, and juiciness.
I really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree.
A duck carrying a desk walks into a bar.
103: Well, but then it's not the lines that are getting them into the sack, but rather the external factor of hott woman showing interest.
Bartender says: "We don't serve quackers here."
Duck says: "That's OK, I'm from Nebraska. And boy are my wings tired."
(Why yes, how I assumed I'd still be me if I'd been born nearly a decade earlier and too different parents is a bit of a puzzle.)
But you wouldn't have been you, you would've have been the perfect you! (I have entertained similar fantasies myself, on occasion, I am embarrassed to say.)
(In terms of pure beauty, don't Indians rank just below Brazilians and Iranians?)
(In terms of pure beauty, don't Indians rank just below Brazilians and Iranians?)
Not exactly on topic, but I once knew a man from Pakistan who said that men from his home country were very into Iranian women.
120.last: It's Mexicans all the way down.
It is objectively true that the relative hotness of a person is determined in large part by skin color, and that the continuum goes: white -> brown -> blue.
Huh, I guess I didn't need to > those after all. Sweet!
110: It has real time inventory for le saq le plus proche! Not that there are any very proche to either of us right now, but I'll be there in a few weeks.
124: But it's more correct if you do.
Nearly all black and brown skins are beautiful, but a beautiful white skin is rare.
-Mark Twain
It's Mexicans all the way down.
I was working with a (largely Latino) construction crew recently and I was amused/chagrined when I learned (to my ignorance) that the guy in charge was Iranian, not Latino.
I would guess that many lines that seem easy to see through were seen through, but that they "worked" because the hearer was interested for other reasons, or maybe even found the very clumsiness charming.
[Not recommended, however: associating Taiwan immediately with spicy food.]
In the dark, all peaches are fresh.
132: Interesting, but there must have been plenty of other ways to die of a lion bite in York.
132: Headless Romans Found In Topless Grave!
Except there are two very obvious skulls in the illustration for that article. Hmmm.
And one nearly as obvious skull on a really bald guy.
The skulls are still there, they're just not attached to the bodies.
I'm thinking the bald guy's still is.
Maybe it was a case of the Yorkshiremen sketch going too far.
136: But the bodies aren't attached to the bodies. It's just jumbly piles of bones. You might as well say they're "ribless Romans" or "tibia-less Romans" then.
139: There are probably marks on the bone that indicate the skull was disconnected prior to decomposition.
139, 140: Yeah, presumably the skeletons are still largely articulated (judging from how the article keeps describing them as well-preserved), with the skulls associated but with clear cut marks showing decapitation. This stuff's pretty easy to see on the bones.
I think that strains the meaning of "headless" quite a bit. Stupid copy desk and their sensationalist heds.
In the picture, the skeleton on the left looks mostly articulated, while the one on the right is less so.
Yeah, "headless" was probably not the most accurate term. I'm shocked to see this kind of sensationalism from the British press.
I think that strains the meaning of "headless" quite a bit.
Evidence of death by decapitation strains the meaning of "headless"?
This reminds me that I was talking to someone recently who seemed to think that archaeology and anthropology are completely distinct.
It's not totally clear that the decapitation was actually the cause of death.
(Yes, I'm aware of the divide between physical and cultural anthropology, but this seemed to be a different distinction.)
150: American. It wasn't a very long conversation, so I don't know what the basis of the distinction would have been, beyond saying they're different.
Probably the person was just unaware of the relationship, but it's actually a distinctively American thing. In Europe they're generally considered totally separate disciplines, and archaeology is more closely associated with history.
Ah, I didn't realize that, but I can see how that difference would have developed, historically. I was just thinking about in terms of how academic departments in the US seem to be organized (with varying ways of dealing with the cultural/physical split).
Traditionally, Americanist anthropology was divided into four "fields": physical, cultural, archaeology, and linguistics. In practice these actually have very little in common, but the way the discipline developed historically they ended up being grouped together. The four-field approach is moribund at best these days, but archaeology is still mostly in there.
getting busy with all the Chinese students by asking them, "Have you ever had bubble tea? It's amazing." Yes, I watched this work.
Incomprehensible. There must be some other magnetic quality to this 50-something loser?
155: Condescending, physically encroaching, stupid, fraudulent, needy... I can't figure out which of his qualities was even tolerable to people, but he seemed to score a LOT at work. I chalked it up to his extreme touchy-feely-ness and babytalking, which is how he interacts with all women. Add in pointed, head-lowered eye-contact, and you can sort of go from there, I guess. Made my fucking skin crawl.
next time I see neil the ethical werewolf, I'm totally going to pretend to like hrithik roshan, even though I'm actually kind of meh, nice abs but whatever. then I'm going to get him to dance! a surprisingly easy task, since he actually does love to dance. it's part of the gracious, social creature he is.
104: To be fair, bubble tea is amazing. My favourite cheapo Cantonese restaurant in London does a glorious watermelon bubble tea.
I think I've mentioned before that I dated a Desi woman in high school who would have been severely beaten by her family if we'd been found out. My sister dated a Desi guy for about three years, a member of the same community, and it was no problem at all.
As to the beauty thing - Slightly unfamiliar is always sexier.
145: Yeah, but, if someone's like "OMG, we found some skeletons" and you're like "Did they have heads or were they headless?" and they're like "Yes, we could tell they were headless because the decapitated skulls were right there." Then it seems to me that "headless" is perhaps not the best description of what you have found.
I'm still not really clear why cultural anthropology, sociology and cultural studies need to be separate disciplines. It seems like they should just be distinct methodologies within the same "Human Culture" rubric.
155-156: all it really takes is total confidence in your shtick, whatever it is, and the guts to approach. So long as you're not too discriminating about the type of women you score with.
That's easier said than done, though, all self-criticism must be turned off.
161. People who behave like this with students don't have any self-criticism in the first place.
My parents (read very old) just got back from India where my Dad's college roommate's youngest daughter just got married to an Indian fellow. I asked how such a thing was possible, seeing as she is about as shiksa as they come. My mom then related that he had a previous failed marriage, so as damaged goods he was free to marry whomever.
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Undergrads look so young to me now. I'm not sure when this happened, but it was pretty abrupt, like a duck/rabbit gestalt shift.
For me it happened while I was still an undergrad, although I think I'm over it by now. I have one sibling, a sister who is three and a half years younger than me, so for most of my life she was the measure of what makes someone young - based on when our birthdays fall she was four years behind me in hitting puberty, learning to drive, learning to drink, etc., so until I graduated from high school anyone who was older than her was "close enough" to my age to empathize with and anyone younger than her was really young. Well, I took a year off between high school and college, so when I was a senior, most freshmen were only about three years younger than me. This caused a few weird moments when I would see or meet a cute girl only to be told her age or look her up and find that, ouch, she's even younger than my sister.
Re: Interracial dating, it's never come up. I can see the appeal - yes, Iranian/Palestinian/Indian celebrities really are hot - but I just don't happen to have met and dated any. I'm reminded of a George Carlin routine (I spent a little time trying to Google it before realizing that that's not smart to do at work), the non-scatological point of which was that it's hard enough finding someone you get along with and find attractive without adding bizarre, unique qualifications on top of that.
As the female Indian half of an Indian/Caucasian-American couple, I will refrain from comment except to say that the soundtrack of Dil Se was not unhelpful when I was doing the wooing. But so was MJ, so eh, it's a wash.
165: MJ isn't Persian, he's Parsi!
I was at an Indian wedding just yesterday, where I inexplicably failed to pick up one of the heirs to the Tata Group, despite being seated at the same table. Smart, profane, funny guy. Women's Studies major, among other degrees.
(I wasn't really trying to pick up the guy. I always intended to leave with the guy who brought me.)
Megan if you ever were a lady to begin with, Megan, be a lady tonight.
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Can anyone find my limerick about the centaur in the Attic? I would like to post it somewhere else but it seems to have completely disappeared.
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I always intended to leave with the guy who brought me.
The 'r' is what makes her a lady.
I left the wedding no less a lady than I had been when I arrived.
Every lady is a woman but not every woman is a lady. My Gramma told me that.
Wonderful food, and children in bright colors running through.
MJ is Parsi? MJ was Persian? No one told me!
God I want those folks from that Freddy Mercury thread to show up here.
182: Are you talking about the small cars?
I guessed that a Mitford was some kind of English mitzvah. Not too far off, I suppose.
My 99-year-old house, and every place like it in the neighborhood I can think of, has ceiling fixtures in every room but the bath, all original wiring. Houses just a few years older often have their original gas plumbing (now out of service).
OK, that goes to 184.2, but I guess it could also describe English mitzvahs.
The problem with knob and tube wiring is that in cold weather, the knobs show through the plaster.
180: It's an old inside joke around hereparts. See also here.
Every lady is a woman but not every woman is a lady. My Gramma told me that.
Did she tell you the one about who shaves the barber?
Thank you! I am not a very good searcher.
That's what the FBI agent looking for the Unibomber said with the bomber's brother called him.
That's what the FBI ATF agent officer looking for the Unibomber Unabomber said with when the bomber's brother called him.
AIEEEEEE HYPERCORRECTOSPEED
The Unabomber was a different guy.
Man that brother was just turnin' dudes in left and right.
On the veldt, you'd never report your brother because he had 50% of your genes and was the best at making sharp rocks.
197: "On the veldt"
Googled that the other day and discovered there is a book titled On the Veldt. It is subtitled "A Plain Narrative of Service Afield in South Africa" (during the Boer War) and the author is somewhat disturbingly described as an Officer Commanding Tasmanian Imperial Bushmen.
198: From the Preface:
I have no special leaning toward authorship. To me the work of writing has been in all respects a task; only in some few respects a pleasure. Now that the task is done I am anxious that the book shall be accepted -- if it is accepted -- simply as I proffer it.
Take the false modesty, and the pre-emptive resentment of imagined, or perhaps imaginary, readers/critics; substitute "blog" for "book;" and: what you have is an early version of the blogger's creed.
198, 199: Last sentence.
For myself, I shall never regret my experiences in Wisconsin on the veldt.
an Officer Commanding Tasmanian Imperial Bushmen.
Best regimental name ever.
What do you mean we, whiteman?
Actually, the Imperial Tasmanian Bushmen were white. They weren't Bushmen in the !Kung San sense, just Australian blokes who rode around a lot in the bush. And they were, in fact, incredibly good soldiers.
http://www.bwm.org.au/site/Contingents.asp
TASMANIAN IMPERIAL BUSHMEN/1ST TASMANIAN IMPERIAL BUSHMEN
* Original strength: 122
* Subunits: one mounted rifle squadron only
* Decorations: two VCs (J. H. Bisdee and G. G. E. Wylly for rescuing comrades 1 September 1900), one CB (Wallack), two DSOs (Lewis, R. Perkins), three DCMs (R. Clark, F. A. Groom, A. Stocker); the most highly decorated Australian squadron in the war
By the time of the South African Wars, hadn't all the non-white Tasmanians been wiped out by the settlers? (Yes, I do mean wiped out. There are no full blooded Tasmanians left.)
Tell me about it.
205: According to Wikipedia, There, the very last of the full blooded Palawa [Tasmanian Aborigines - JPS], a woman called Trugernanner (often rendered as Truganini), died in 1876.
That was part of why I said "disturbingly" back in 197--because I'm a hunter-gatherist.
206: I wonder if, in seventy years' time, we will be making films like that about the heroic soldiers who nobly tortured and killed Afghan POWs, and were unfairly prosecuted by evil liberals.
And your bonus question:
"This single celebrating the perpetrator of the single worst atrocity committed by US troops in Vietnam sold a million copies within four days of its release in April 1971".
"Uh, what was 'The Battle Hymn of Lieutenant Calley'?"
"That's right!"
209: at least Lynndie England never killed anyone. Morant murdered several Boer POWs in cold blood.