Friday, December 15, 2006

Anti-IA Nursery Rhyme?

There's a joke making the e-mail rounds that's pretty offensive.

It involves the "Three Little Pigs," but with an anti-Italian-American twist. Also, it has a bit of Mafia mayhem thrown in.

Here's the joke:

The Three Little Pigs - Italian Style

Once upon a time there were three little pigs. The straw pig, the stick pig and the brick pig.

One day this nasty old wolf came up to the straw pig's house and said, "I'm gonna huff and puff and blow your house down." And he did!!!

So the straw pig went running over to the stick pig's house and said, "Please let me in, the wolf just blew down my house." So the stick Pig let the straw pig in.

Just then the wolf showed up and said, "I'm gonna huff and puff and blow your house down." And he did!!!

So the straw pig and the stick pig went running over to the brick pig's house and said, "Let us in, let us in, the big bad wolf just blew our houses down!"

So the brick pig let them in just as the wolf showed up the wolf said, "I'm gonna huff and puff and blow your house down." The straw pig and the stick pig were so scared! But the brick pig picked up the phone and made a call.

A few minutes passed and a big, black Caddy pulls up.

Out stepped two massive pigs in pin striped suits and fedora hats. These pigs came over to the wolf, grabbed him by the neck and beat the living crap out of him, then one of them pulled out a gun, stuck it in his mouth and fired, killing the wolf, then they got back into their Caddy and drove off.

The straw pig and stick pig were amazed!!! "Who the heck were those guys?" they asked. Those were my cousins ... the Guinea Pigs.

Definitely not funny.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Stereotype Masquerading as a Review

I realize that many blogs are just the writer's opinions (as IAAMS is) but when IA stereotypes masquerade as a restaurant review, there's something terribly wrong.

Case in point, a recent posting in Gridskipper, which bills itself as an "Urban Travel Guide" to all things Brooklyn. The posting was supposed to be a review of the Fortunato Brothers pastry shop in Williamsburg. The blogger obviously wasn't very impressed with the pastries or the coffee.

However, there was one thing that left an impression on the blogger:

Every morning a gaggle of old Italian men can be found lounging in the expansive store, speaking rapid fire dialect over espresso while the two large-boned owners, the sons of the original Fortunato, hit on the waitresses. So it's authentic.

Actually, the blogger did a pretty good job of stuffing nearly all the major IA stereotypes into two short sentences. A decent bit of atmosphere, too. But the blogger blew it by throwing in the last sentence: "So it's authentic."

At least there was no mention of the Mafia in this piece. Which in this case, sadly, would have been entirely appropriate because Mario Fortunato, whose family owns the bakery, is reputed to be a member of the Genovese Family.