Basically, she was calling me dumb for not being as enlightened as she. I'd just like to know, if one of these fluffybunnies discovered they'd been a slave in Colonial America, would they be going to the Black Panthers, insisting they knew how it was to be black, and demand to be accepted as 'one of them'? Why is it always Native Americans (when it's not Cleopatra or something fantastic)? Of course, she tried to make it about race "You hate me because I'm white". No, I hate you because you're acting like you're so superior to everyone else in this spirituality you've found, and you think you have something 'new' to tell us like we haven't heard your schtick a billion times before. You insist we accept you as Indian because you claim you were one in a past life, and you talk about how anger and hatred are bad and have only kept us down. Well, gee, let's be all light and fluffy and accept everyone so we lose every last vestige of ourselves, shall we? (You don't wanna know where I told her to stick her crystal) Let's just lie in the grass and be mellow and let every last shred of anything we have be taken from us, shall we? This idealized, romanticized BS about what some people think Indians are makes me want to vomit! And they insult us when we don't live up to their fantasy!
Keep in mind, I'd just been teasing someone else about being part Norwegian...I think I know what part of the world I'm talking about, though I asked, sarcastically, "It's near Iowa, enit?"