“I saw her interviewed,” I told a pal. “She was nauseating,” I said. “Jeez, she’s like 50 something and still going on about her affair (with a fellow star) when she was 20. I bet that guy is sorry he ever got near that woman. Who know she’d still be going on TV, 30 years after the fact lamenting the loss of her love and her broken heart. It was sickening.”
“But men like her that’s for sure. The man I was with said I was just jealous when I complained about her. Yeah, she is tall and blond and skinny and he thinks every woman wants to be tall and blond and skinny. I thought it was ridiculous.”
“Yeah that is.”
“Right but there was no telling him. That was what he liked. That was what he thought was ideal but it doesn’t mean others agree. For chrissakes, I am Italian! Italians love being Italian. Matter of fact, have you ever met an Italian in your life who didn’t think they were the greatest thing ever?”
She laughed. “No.”
“Exactly. We all think we are the best thing ever so I don’t know what he was talking about thinking I wanted to be something other than Italian. It was just plain insanity. If there was ever an arrogant culture, it’s mine. Italians like themselves tremendously, we just can’t help it. We especially like to hear our own voice, we think we’re hysterically funny and if you don’t, we don’t care. I mean, if you were Italian you’d not have this trouble with your bad feeling and if you’re not Italian, well I’m sorry but what do you want me to do about it? Maybe next life you’ll have a little better luck.”
Name some things that are characteristic of your people.