THE DIRTY ARMY: Nik, so I was very curious about your culture. When I was a kid my family moved from the Europe to Orange County. Right away the other kids hated me because of my accent and I was pushed into private school. On my first day I made friends with the Persian kids… almost immediately I became very close with one girl. She took me to her house and her parents were obsessed with me. European with blue eyes and blonde hair they would throw parties and show me off to their friends like I was their own. I had never experienced anything like this because my parents were then-closeted alcoholics that were violent and irrational (like showing up with a B on report card was grounds to be thrown down the stairs). I spent my life with another family people would even ask if I was adopted because I spoke enough Farci to get by… it stayed like this till high school and then my friend went to a private high school whereas I opted for public because I felt I needed to be around new people other than the same ten kids for the last several years.
By Junior year things changed. My friend’s priorities changed. Before it was about having fun being teenagers. Now it was all about rhinoplasty and LouisV bags. I was the one with the wealthy parents who hated their children and yet she wanted my life because my Mother would buy me designer purses to shut me up. I didn’t even like the fancy bags and shoes, I was happier spending my money on trips and concerts, things that actually create memories. So me and my friend of 10+ years split ways I havent seen her in over a decade. I didn’t “fit in” at all the lame-ass Irvine clubs we would sneak into because I darkened my hair and you know Persians and their blondes… When I was 21 I moved to the beach and got a bar job. When I met my boss (who is Persian) the first thing he did was turn around and say I was repulsive to him. My hair was then black and several tattoos later despite the fact I worked 10 hour shifts 6 days a week he would tell his friends in Farci (which I know very well spending a decade with a Persian family) how ugly I was and if I dyed my hair blonde I would be treated better. I worked for him for years and the abuse only got worse and worse till I finally had to quit.
My question Nik is… why are you guys so self-loathing? Why would you rather deal with abuse and have nice things than be poor and happy? Recently I spoke to my former friend’s cousin and she was confused as to why my lifestyle was the way it was. I opted to get rid of my luxury car, bought a clunker and rented a tiny apartment. How I look at it, I have shelter, transportation and more than enough money to spend on enjoying life. To that family I am a failure. I left my job with the Persian boss because he had dozens of lawsuits (from non-blonde white girls) about blatant mental and sometimes physical altercations). I see you being a lot like my boss in that you both have this Aryan obsession. But he will never be a happy person because of how critical he is… and I worry you will turn out like him you’re half his age and almost there. Why are you guys so angry? Why are you so obsessed with money? I’ve been rich and poor and neither made a difference to how I treated the people around me… maybe I am that lowlife. But the ironic thing in all this is I pay my taxes and bills yet my former boss who is a millionaire would hold our paychecks for weeks because he didnt have the funds that WE EARNED for him. Be happy Nik, because I know exactly how you’re going to end up. How do you feel about your culture?
You are so off base. Why do you think I’m rich… because I have a website? Why do you think I’m angry… because I tell you what I find sexually attractive? I am very happy. I have an amazing daughter, a supportive wife and great friends. As for my culture, I don’t even know what that means… I’m so Americanized it’s sick and I am definitely not in this game for the money (proud owner of a Honda Civic).- nik