My personal cultural identity is a lot different compared to the society I am surrounded by. I am considered an outsider in my society. I am an outsider living in a constantly changing environment where there are many different kinds of people and many different cultural identities. In my culture we know how to respect people and their belongings, know how to work hard, use what we have while being thankful for it at the same time, and last we know how to stay true to ourselves in this very fast pace world of ours. I am a cowboy. My culture respects the people and the things that deserve it, but with that said, we also don’t give respect to the people who don’t deserve it. We don’t just respect anyone or anything neither, they have to earn that valuable thing that most people don’t have nor give anymore. This is probably one of the biggest differences between my culture and my society because in my society people don’t know the first thing about respect. The way i see it is that it really is a shame of how my society and these people that live in it can’t show even a little bit of respect for someone or something, big or small. Respect is one of the dying characteristics in this world and my culture has the last of it. …show more content…
If something breaks we don’t just go buy a new one, we fix it until it meets our standards and then some. This is a big difference between my culture and my society because it seems that if something breaks on someone they just throw it away and then go get a new one, no matter what it is. In my culture we can’t always do that and i think not always having that option to just go buy something if it breaks makes us a lot more thankful for something when it is in working order. In this society people are not always thankful for what they have which is really sad if you think about it because people should be thankful for what they have no matter who or what it might
Respect is a such a simple concept and a virtue that should be simple to follow. It means treating other people and animals in a dignified manner. Respect doesn’t mean that people need to hug everyone they come across or hold their opinion higher than everyone elses. Respect means treating others as equals and acknowledging that as human
This lack of respect comes forwards in ways of permission asking, and explaining how something works instead of letting the person learn on their own (Lee, 6-7). She has shown that there are many ways that other cultures have never had to deal with this social problem unlike the West has. Throughout her chapter she explains how the fundamental value in society should be the respect for the individual. This respect is shown through themes such as child rearing, leadership, and work. The basic resolution is to have respect for individual autonomy and therefore have respect for the individual in itself. She states, we can learn from all these other cultures that have individual integrity/autonomy as important parts within their cultures. Another basic resolution that Lee discussed was the way that respect must be kept throughout generations, as long as it keeps being passed down from parent to child, the respect will always remain in the
One’s cultural identity consists of their race, gender, socioeconomic status, age, religion, and so on. Being aware of your own cultural identity is just as important as being aware of other’s. People’s cultural identity defines who they are, the privilege (or lack of privilege) they receive, and how society views them. It is important to understand that White individuals have more privileges than individuals of color. White individuals do not experience detriment and difficulties due specifically to their skin color and instead receive advantages. White privilege is defined as benefits that white individuals have that people of color do not (Kendall, 2012). The following walks through my personal cultural background, how it was shaped, defined, and developed, and limitations to my personal competencies.
I was born and raised in Vietnam, so I naturally observed my culture from my family and my previous schools. I learned most of my culture by watching and coping the ways my family do things. My family and my friends all spoke Vietnamese, so I eventually knew how to speak and understand deeply about my language as I grew up. At home, my mom cooked many Vietnamese foods, and she also taught me to cook Vietnamese food. So I became accustom Vietnamese food. I also learned that grandparents and parents in my culture are taken care of until they die. At school, I learned to address people formally and greet higher-ranking people first. In Vietnamese culture, ranking and status are not related to wealth, so they are concerned with age and education.
What is culture? Culture is the idea of what is wrong or right, the concept of what is acceptable within our society. Culture serves us as a guide, taking us to the "right way" and helping us to make sense of things that surrounds us. There are many different cultures around the world. A lot of them are similar in specific ways and others are just completely different, this difference explains why we think that people from different backgrounds are "weird".
“You are only allowed to make racist jokes if it’s about your own race.” This saying, which radiated through the halls of my middle school that prided itself for its diversity, managed to make me feel more comfortable in my own skin. Why did the ability to make fun of two different races, while many of my peers could only make fun of one, validate my own racial identity? I should not have wanted to tease my race and my ancestors but it helped me feel comfortable, even though I knew my knowledge of the cultures I was born into was lacking.
Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never spent hours upon hours making collages and scrap books for his future children. My uncle never hid in the back of a pick-up-truck and traveled four hours to New York and my grandmother has never walked hours in the rain looking for the Queen of England. My identity is something only I can define.
Growing up, I was extremely timid. I kept to myself never was into a girl’s night out. I greatly disliked makeup, and my clothes had to be loose fitted and my hair always a mess. My friends consisted of mainly boys, so I was just like one of them. Girls always seemed so into their makeup, and fixing their hair so there wasn’t a strand out of place, or talking about their boyfriends or guys they thought were so cute. Nope, that wasn’t me. I could no longer pretend to be someone I’m not. I’m someone who has an interest for women and this has greatly shaped my identity.
I never would have considered myself a typical minority when it came to my racial identity. I know what it takes to be successful, I play the oboe, and even though I come from a not so typical family background, that has never stopped me from continuing to strive in everything I put myself into. My mother and father came from a poor background but were able to overcome this poverty to make a better life for their children and themselves. They both lived in the projects and were not expected to graduate high school let alone attend college. Because of this, my parents have always talked to me how important an education is and I want to continue learning every single day. They have always encouraged me to do the things that I love to do, in
To be an American is a big thing, a thing highly sought after from people of many other kinds and walks of life. But what does it mean to be an American, what does it take? Do you need to be a specific color, or from a specific nationality? Does your father have to be in the military or does your mother have to sit at home and knit? What exactly is America built on what ways does it make so many other wish they had it? And what has shaped us to what we amount to today?
My culture identity, as I know it as is African American. My culture can be seen in food, literature, religion, language, the community, family structure, the individual, music, dance, art, and could be summed up as the symbolic level. Symbolic, because faith plays a major role in our daily lives through song, prayer, praise and worship. When I’m happy I rely on my faith, same as when I’m sad, for I know things will get better as they have before.
My Cultural Identity is cars. Learning about cars has taught me so much and I learn so much about them. I learn a few new things almost everyday and makes me more and more interested in building them. Cars have brought me closer with my older brother, He taught me how to drive manual, how to replace spark plugs, how to change oil, and lets me help him when he buys car parts. I remember when he came to my school and picked me up in a 1993 Mazda RX7 which is a rare japanese car and we went out and raced a old
Who am I; my beliefs, values, morals, and views on society have assisted in molding me into the person that I am considered to be today. I was raced with specifics values, traditions, and norms. Being raised in a small town made being socially aware very easy. I was raised under the southern Baptist Christian religion. Church was always the same and it had a majority of women in attendance although the men and elderly people ran the church overall. It was always the same, repetitive habits and events that occurred in my town but after a while I became accustomed to always being near or known by others.
As I was growing up , in a decent red brick house I always wanted to know what what was my cultural identity was . But never had a clew who i was taking after until i got older and really set back and thought about it. Like the way i was growing up prolly wasnt the same way my parents was raised , so now ima tell you about a young black kid who is trying to avoid the mistakes my father made growing up .
Who are you? What are you doing? Where are you going? Take a second to consider the answers to these questions carefully. Your cultural identity will determine the answers to these three questions. I ask myself these questions frequently and that is exactly what I am going to explain today, my cultural identity .