Questions you may have
Question 1
Why is your blog called "Lillie Greenwood: Punk American Born, British at Heart"?
Now, contrary to other people's beliefs, I believe that we don't own America. I believe that no one owns land, it's just sort of there, and as long as we treat it and those who live on this planet with respect we are welcomed to live with it. It is by no means "our property." I sort of came to the conclusion that I am not really just from America. My family was born here for around ten generations. I can trace a part of my family back nine generations, and that strain came from lower England. I have several different ethicities to come out with this Roman -nosed, blonde-haired, cold-weather-loving, rain loving, white as butter-cookie batter body: British, Scottish, Irish, French, Scandinavian (Viking), and maybe anything else (it's complicated ancestry these days). I feel that where your original ancestors are from, that's where your true place of origin is. I will say that being in Europe, which I did happen to be extremely lucky to go to at the ravenous age of 16, gave to me this odd sense of the land saying, "here you are again," which was very comforting, and strangely eerie. So really, we're all of African decent, but I would have to do more research to completely understand the ratios, and the way the human race was created (I have done a lot though). I think it's also culture that made me feel this way. I love British culture, it feels extremely comforting and traditionalist. England was also responsible for the creation of punk lore, a revolt against the cookie-cutter ,oppressive culture of the 70s there. America did do a lot with hippie culture, which I do see the beauty in, and feel part of in some sense. What I can say is that I really feel like it's the people I feel I can relate to, the tradition, the innovation, the love of freedom, of the inner strength. My original ancestry's in England, so that is what I carry in my heart, but my people are in America, and I would never leave them to the dogs. America is full of incredible people. I would really like to be impressed more though.
(Cue words like "capitalist pig")
Also, I don't like the mainstream culture (obviously, because I have a brain) especially in America. We're too clean. We value wealth so we can buy all those nice clothes that capitalist pigs tell us to wear, because indie music got popular. Now it's mainstream. And for me mainstream isn't good (anything condoned by capitalists makes me suspicious). You can tell when someone's following the crowd, and/or when someone's full of shit. I use the name "punk" loosely. I love punk music, I dress down and love being a scrappy, artistic mess. America has become a place for an idiotic capitalist utopia shit that upper class kids and even lower class young adults convince themselves is "different." Why don't people just be creative, and grow the fuck up? Maybe upper class people shouldn't buy those 800 dollar jackets Maybe someone should donate money to a charity instead of being a trendy prick.
Question 1
Why is your blog called "Lillie Greenwood: Punk American Born, British at Heart"?
Now, contrary to other people's beliefs, I believe that we don't own America. I believe that no one owns land, it's just sort of there, and as long as we treat it and those who live on this planet with respect we are welcomed to live with it. It is by no means "our property." I sort of came to the conclusion that I am not really just from America. My family was born here for around ten generations. I can trace a part of my family back nine generations, and that strain came from lower England. I have several different ethicities to come out with this Roman -nosed, blonde-haired, cold-weather-loving, rain loving, white as butter-cookie batter body: British, Scottish, Irish, French, Scandinavian (Viking), and maybe anything else (it's complicated ancestry these days). I feel that where your original ancestors are from, that's where your true place of origin is. I will say that being in Europe, which I did happen to be extremely lucky to go to at the ravenous age of 16, gave to me this odd sense of the land saying, "here you are again," which was very comforting, and strangely eerie. So really, we're all of African decent, but I would have to do more research to completely understand the ratios, and the way the human race was created (I have done a lot though). I think it's also culture that made me feel this way. I love British culture, it feels extremely comforting and traditionalist. England was also responsible for the creation of punk lore, a revolt against the cookie-cutter ,oppressive culture of the 70s there. America did do a lot with hippie culture, which I do see the beauty in, and feel part of in some sense. What I can say is that I really feel like it's the people I feel I can relate to, the tradition, the innovation, the love of freedom, of the inner strength. My original ancestry's in England, so that is what I carry in my heart, but my people are in America, and I would never leave them to the dogs. America is full of incredible people. I would really like to be impressed more though.
(Cue words like "capitalist pig")
Also, I don't like the mainstream culture (obviously, because I have a brain) especially in America. We're too clean. We value wealth so we can buy all those nice clothes that capitalist pigs tell us to wear, because indie music got popular. Now it's mainstream. And for me mainstream isn't good (anything condoned by capitalists makes me suspicious). You can tell when someone's following the crowd, and/or when someone's full of shit. I use the name "punk" loosely. I love punk music, I dress down and love being a scrappy, artistic mess. America has become a place for an idiotic capitalist utopia shit that upper class kids and even lower class young adults convince themselves is "different." Why don't people just be creative, and grow the fuck up? Maybe upper class people shouldn't buy those 800 dollar jackets Maybe someone should donate money to a charity instead of being a trendy prick.
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