hate on boston? ...i understand.

don't worry, this isn't another "fuck you for hating boston 'cause our sports are better than your sports!" entry. although i believe that most of the outside hatred towards the bean stems from our superior stance in sports right now, there is another, quite dominant, reason: the people are idiots.

i am from boston, but i am very different from your typical bostonian, and for this reason, i can understand why others might look in and be disgusted. for one, i hate the boston accent. i think it sounds trashy and stupid, making even the smartest harvard (townie) student sound like he's lived his whole life in the powderhouse pub in somerville. i just don't like it. what's so hard about pronouncing your R's? luckily, i escaped this phenomenon by growing up speaking vietnamese. sure, i was THAT kid in kindergarten whom the teachers thought would never make friends. but i grew up being smarter than everyone and knowing how to speak correct english. who's laughing now mrs. nally?

aside from the accent, the majority of bostonians look the same. there is some sort of uniform, and it's not pretty. i would elaborate, but the thought is making me twitch.

finally, many people from boston are just plain weird. i understand there are weird people everywhere, but i think the weird boston people are the weirdest of the weird. luckily, i hang out w jamila, who seems to attract the weirdos all the time. or maybe it's me.

example:

after the Celtics parade, the closest T stop was closed, so we sat our tired asses down (after unsuccessfully chasing the duck boats) on some library steps. a black man with dreadlocks and a video camera approaches us. said man is wearing a green t-shirt with the words "GO CELTICS" and "www.myspace.com/bmaafrica" written in sharpie. he then proceeds to push the camera into our faces and asks us to say something. jamila is in no mood, and is clearly mean to this man. he realizes he won't get anything out of her so he tries to butter me up by saying "she's not nice. you're nice. say something to the camera. you're nice" and i respond with "what the hell is this for, youtube??"

he then explains that his name is Africa. i don't believe him. so he whips out a DVD that he has previously made, and lo and behold, the credits on the back list him as "Africa."

dialogue with Africa goes something like this:

Africa: come on! say something to the camera!
me: no.
Africa: okay, let's go. both of you. (grabs my arm) let's go! we go smoke weed. let's go. come on.
me: no... it's ok
Africa: come on! get on my back! (signals for me to get on his back so he can give me a sweet African style piggyback ride)
me: no really, it's ok. we smoked earlier.

Africa then takes out his DVD and takes out a blunt. smokes blunt.

Africa: give me your number.
me: NO!

we ask him what he is filming for anyway.

he responds "okay, well i filmed the red sox parade. now i am filming the celtics parade. i am going to wait until the patriots win the superbowl and then film that parade. and then i am going to wait for someone to win again and sell the documentary."

i told him i hope he has another job, and he says that he has a lot.












don't get me wrong. i love boston SPORTS. and the city is cool. but sometimes the people are RETAHDEDDDD. yea i said it.