This following post needs some explanation, it’s controversial I agree, and I have considered taking it down many times. However, in order for this blog to be decent, it needs to be true. It needs to be real, and uncensored, and it shows the good, the bad, and the ugly. This posting is not at all me stereotyping the Serbs. Every single thing I wrote on this post happened to me, from Serbs living in California. It is not a generalization, its me reporting my experiences. Each line item on here happened to me. It’s not something I made up. Everything on that post I experienced from a Serb here in California. Thats why I wrote it, because that was how I was being treated in America from the Serbian community. I’ve been with my husband, who is from Belgrade, for 3.5 years now, and the Serbian community here has completely ostracized me and pretty much made me feel awful from day 1. So at one point, I was so frustrated I wrote this post. I felt it was important to leave it up, so that people could see what kind of experiences an American was having at the hands of Serbs in California. I actually feel most of the time like an outsider in my own country when I’m hanging around the Serbian community here in California. I can’t tell you how many times I have been at an event where every single person in the group speaks Serbian and English except me, and yet, they still insist on speaking Serbian in front of me, telling jokes without translation, and generally isolating me. And this is coming from an American that that was trying SO SO HARD, to embrace the Serbian culture. I had serbian songs at my wedding, both during the ceremony and after the ceremony, we danced the Kolo, we had sarma, I even begged my florist to put rosemary in our flower arrangements, and said a few words in Serbian at my wedding in California. And this was all My doing, not my Serbian husbands. I also took a Serbo-Croation language class and worked as well from a self study book to learn the language. Yes, I did all this to show the Serbs that I respect my Serbian husband’s roots, his past, and that I love the Serbs in general and want to learn more about their culture and way of life. However, I was still treated with cold shoulders and a lot of disrespect pretty much the entire time here in California. So after all this, I wrote the post. I hope this explains more where I’m coming from…. I hope that people who are offended by this will also take the time to read my positive postings on Serbia and Belgrade, especially the post entitled “I Heart Beograd”, and also, “Belgrade is Alive” As you can see from the entire blog, my overall experience in Serbia itself was extremely positive, and I really loved almost everything there, however it is important to let readers feel my frustration and the hurtful actions I experienced from the Serbian community in the U.S.
And here is the original post:
The Serbs will yell at you for not wearing closed toed shoes below 80 degrees, they will look down on you for not wearing a winter coat at a night club, but they wouldn’t think to offer you their own coat when you are cold.
On your wedding day, they will cat call your groom, show up late, and wear white at your ceremony.
They will not care where you are from, what you have done, or who you are, but they will instead, demand on knowing where your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great-grandfather is from, and it is from this that they will judge you.
The women will send naked photos of other women to your man, and then be shocked that you are offended.
They will tell you to quit your job.
They’ll force you to eat their oily peppers and their cured meats and their greasy pastries, and then they’ll judge you when you are not stick thin.
They will tell you to hurry up and have babies. Boy babies.
They will talk Serbian in front of you when you can’t understand and use you as the brunt of their jokes.
They will tell you that the joke they are all laughing at is not translatable in your language, but it is pretty damn funny.
They will talk for hours about how the other ethnic groups are destroying their monasteries, they will diligently celebrate the religious patron saint of their family every year, and they will give money to the orthodox church, but they don’t Actually believe in God. And when you say that you do, they will say that in many years, you will outgrow that, if only you could open your mind to the true understanding of the metaphysical universe.
Well damn it, get over it! I’m sick of eating your disgusting cevapcici, which by the way, is nothing more than a glorified sausage.