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fandomhigh2019-02-14 07:29 am
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Culture Shock, Thursday, Period 2
You guys! Summer brought chocolates!
Like, a lot of chocolates.
SO many chocolates.
"Hey, everyone," she said as the class got settled. "Some of you may have noticed, today is an Earth holiday. Yes, another one. We like our holidays here. And this particular one, like most Earth holidays, is about one thing that eventually got blown up into some over-elaborate worship to capitalism and materialism. It's Valentine's Day, a holiday about showing the people you love, especially romantically, that you care about them, that has been totally usurped by companies in an effort to sell you chocolates and greeting cards, flowers and stuffed animals and jewelry. Which is why I brought you all chocolates today. Because I still have a literal butt-ton of these in stock at the store and they're all going on super-sale tomorrow anyway, so I figured you guys might like a chance to snag some."
Please take some chocolate. Please. She'll totally give you extra credit. You know. For this class that you're probably not even going to receive a grade in, anyway.
Kanan was... pointedly not looking at the chocolates. In fact, if Kanan ever saw chocolate again in his life, he was relatively certain he might die.
"Not all of you might be from somewhere with a holiday intended to shower your loved ones with heart-shaped paraphernalia," he noted. "But I imagine most of you at least come from a background that has some manner of..." He waved a hand around. "Courtship? Bonding?" A pause. "Some idea of romance, anyway."
Please bear with him. He was the one guy in the room who kind of didn't. Which was possibly why he was the one guy on the island who was panicking so damn hard about it now.
Meanwhile, Summer was the one person in the room with a divorce under her belt (hopefully!), and she'd even gotten that before she'd graduated! So these were clearly great people to be teaching on this topic.
"Just be glad," she said, "we're not referring to them as 'mating rituals.'"
Even if she just did.
"And in the spirit of romance, today, you guys are going to be trying out the time-honored Earth tradition of speed-dating. Three-minute dates. With each other. But we're not expecting you guys to woo each other, this is not that kind of class. You're dating…." Don't mind the wagging fingers in the air for effect, "for information."
"Basically," Kanan said, "you're going to get paired off and you're going to have a brief conversation about what you would be doing, or would be expected to be doing, if you were looking to fall into a romance with somebody where you're from. For example." He looked at Summer. "Hey. I'm Kanan. And where I was raised, I was actually taught to avoid romantic connections with people." A long pause. "Which is why I'm so damn hopeless right now."
He'd had a week, okay? He was sporting a half-week's worth of stubble with no proper beard to speak of, and his hair was a tousled mess that was a little too haphazard to be considered 'artful.'
Let him have this.
And Summer looked at Kanan...well, not looked at, because she didn't want to have to snort down a laugh if she looked at him, but she looked near him and nodded. "I'm Summer. Things are kind of all over the place romantically where I'm from, but, traditionally, most people aim for a relatively heteronormative monogamous pairing made official by either church or state or both, mostly for the purposes of tax breaks, health benefits, and having offspring."
She made marriage sound so appealing, didn't she? Listen. There was a reason for that divorce. You know, beyond her having been only seventeen and mostly just working out some issues over her own parents' divorce.
"So now it's your turn!" she turned to the students. "In the style of speed dating, you'll have three minutes to get whatever information you can about your classmates' cultural approaches to dating and romance, and when the three minutes are up, you'll switch and try to do the same with another classmate until we've got some bases covered. And then we'll do a nice little share and compare with what you've learned."
Like, a lot of chocolates.
SO many chocolates.
"Hey, everyone," she said as the class got settled. "Some of you may have noticed, today is an Earth holiday. Yes, another one. We like our holidays here. And this particular one, like most Earth holidays, is about one thing that eventually got blown up into some over-elaborate worship to capitalism and materialism. It's Valentine's Day, a holiday about showing the people you love, especially romantically, that you care about them, that has been totally usurped by companies in an effort to sell you chocolates and greeting cards, flowers and stuffed animals and jewelry. Which is why I brought you all chocolates today. Because I still have a literal butt-ton of these in stock at the store and they're all going on super-sale tomorrow anyway, so I figured you guys might like a chance to snag some."
Please take some chocolate. Please. She'll totally give you extra credit. You know. For this class that you're probably not even going to receive a grade in, anyway.
Kanan was... pointedly not looking at the chocolates. In fact, if Kanan ever saw chocolate again in his life, he was relatively certain he might die.
"Not all of you might be from somewhere with a holiday intended to shower your loved ones with heart-shaped paraphernalia," he noted. "But I imagine most of you at least come from a background that has some manner of..." He waved a hand around. "Courtship? Bonding?" A pause. "Some idea of romance, anyway."
Please bear with him. He was the one guy in the room who kind of didn't. Which was possibly why he was the one guy on the island who was panicking so damn hard about it now.
Meanwhile, Summer was the one person in the room with a divorce under her belt (hopefully!), and she'd even gotten that before she'd graduated! So these were clearly great people to be teaching on this topic.
"Just be glad," she said, "we're not referring to them as 'mating rituals.'"
Even if she just did.
"And in the spirit of romance, today, you guys are going to be trying out the time-honored Earth tradition of speed-dating. Three-minute dates. With each other. But we're not expecting you guys to woo each other, this is not that kind of class. You're dating…." Don't mind the wagging fingers in the air for effect, "for information."
"Basically," Kanan said, "you're going to get paired off and you're going to have a brief conversation about what you would be doing, or would be expected to be doing, if you were looking to fall into a romance with somebody where you're from. For example." He looked at Summer. "Hey. I'm Kanan. And where I was raised, I was actually taught to avoid romantic connections with people." A long pause. "Which is why I'm so damn hopeless right now."
He'd had a week, okay? He was sporting a half-week's worth of stubble with no proper beard to speak of, and his hair was a tousled mess that was a little too haphazard to be considered 'artful.'
Let him have this.
And Summer looked at Kanan...well, not looked at, because she didn't want to have to snort down a laugh if she looked at him, but she looked near him and nodded. "I'm Summer. Things are kind of all over the place romantically where I'm from, but, traditionally, most people aim for a relatively heteronormative monogamous pairing made official by either church or state or both, mostly for the purposes of tax breaks, health benefits, and having offspring."
She made marriage sound so appealing, didn't she? Listen. There was a reason for that divorce. You know, beyond her having been only seventeen and mostly just working out some issues over her own parents' divorce.
"So now it's your turn!" she turned to the students. "In the style of speed dating, you'll have three minutes to get whatever information you can about your classmates' cultural approaches to dating and romance, and when the three minutes are up, you'll switch and try to do the same with another classmate until we've got some bases covered. And then we'll do a nice little share and compare with what you've learned."
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He was still a Trash Cowboy. But even Space Dad Kanan would probably have difficulty not chuckling a little at that one.
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