Quick, tell me what’s wrong with this sentence:
While in the Dominican Republic, the characters in the story do not fall under the shadow of racial prejudice, however, in the United States, it is clearly shown that Dominicans live, as Fanon states in the above quote, “…in a society that proclaims the superiority of one race.â€
I’ve been intrigued by the recent spat of creativity on the bloggernacle (see here and here), so I thought I’d try out the fad at M* too. Ten points to the person who can correctly identify what work of contemporary short fiction I’ve ripped off. And ten more points to anyone who wants to say anything about it.
THROW away those embarrassing old clothes; wake up at 7 a.m., you don’t want to get used to being lazy, do you?; don’t eat your roommate’s food; don’t spend money on stupid things and while you’re at it, don’t do stupid things that end up costing you money; work harder; be nicer;
Three weeks ago the most respectable girls in my singles ward threw a raging, extravagant, body-undulating Bollywood party. Fake eyelashes, gallons of hair product, body polish, forty-three different layers of make-up—several of the girls even went on-line and ordered gauzy saris and gaudy jewelry. Now, these girls are indisputably the faithful handmaidens of Zion— future Relief Society presidents, every one—but that night they were the fulfillment of Isaiah’s prophecy
Thank you, Millennial Star, for your gracious introduction and for letting me write with you.
Riding a bicycle in Washington D.C. nudges me into a sidestream of metropolitan life that I would miss underground or in a car. I got to mark the opening of kayaking season on the Potomac as I rode across the Key Bridge every morning in late April. I saw—and sometimes tasted—the reawakening insect life swarming above the warm grass along the Mt. Vernon trail. And just within the past two weeks, I’ve noticed a man who sets up an easel at the base of the Memorial Bridge and dabs away at an increasingly lovely painting of the Washington Memorial.
