To: J. C. Dithers who wrote (53236 ) 7/18/2002 7:14:22 PM From: Lane3 Read Replies (4) | Respond to When I was a girl, first dating, my mother's idea of the perfect husband for me was, no, not a doctor, but a Slovak boy who was a good dancer. My mother was quite the party girl, which explains the dance part. But I didn't understand the Slovak part so I asked her. She really didn't have a good answer for me. She babbles something along the lines of common heritage. You're seeming to agree with her that it would have been preferable for me to marry someone else who ate mushrooms, potatoes, and buttermilk on Christmas Eve. I suppose that, all other things considered, that would be a plus, but it's hardly a salient consideration. It may be important for new immigrants, but hardly beyond that. [My waspy, Presbyterian, husband from a Scandinavian family long in this country and several steps up the economic ladder from mine, BTW, just loved that dish and was disappointed I wouldn't make it at any other time of the year.]IMO you deflect attention from the mean-spiritedness and malicious intent which characterize the true meaning of the word.
