Comments by "CuteCatFaith" (@CuteCatFaith) on "Getting Buzzed off Buckfast: MUNCHIES Guide to Scotland (Episode 1)" video.

  1. ***** As a former NYer and as a current Parisian, that's funny!  I'm not denying it.  The next visitor here from the States who breaks something they don't understand how to use in my home is lunchmeat, ha ha ha ha!!
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  2. ***** A lot of people here pick on you, and I don't know you, but I think they are not reading what you are typing and are just hurling epithets.  The old rule of thumb for NYC was "one year."  Once you got even a day past the one-year point, it was said you have the "right" to call yourself a "New Yorker."  (I left in '94 and don't know the US really at all anymore, let alone NYC.)  I didn't grow up in great surroundings in the dying Rust Belt of the USA (born in the '50s).  I must say, immigrants or "different" neighbors who were new were met and supported immediately by their neighbors.  They might need help with the language, getting work, sorting out stuff.  Why was this done?  We didn't "like" them (necessarily).  But we didn't want them to be a problem or a burden.  NYC took the same attitude in the '80s.  There were signs up in the subways in various languages about getting work permits.  It was very clear these were not "green cards" or anything but a work permit, and all you had to do was show up downtown, pay a low fee, prove you arrived in the country legally, and the same day you'd get something to carry around and show to potential employers that they could actually hire you legally.  The infrastructure in NYC was a disaster, and the city had nearly gone bankrupt in the '70s.  These work permit people were needed for the "horrible" work, the boring stuff, the dangerous stuff, and right away, they were producing revenues.  It took a decade, but things did improve at least infrastructure-wise.  I was there -- I saw this happen.  I'm not saying this method would work again -- this was only for NYC, back then.  But as far as I am concerned, or was, those people were "NYers" a day after their first year there.  I was glad to be able to buy fresh produce and not have to walk a shaky plank over a huge ditch up First Avenue downtown.  No guard rails, nothing.  Long, smelly walk to the subway -- blood on the sidewalks.  Coolest years in hell, ha ha ha!!
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  3. Disgusting, and funny.  I was only in Scotland once, in 1980.  Pleasure, and business, in the South.  I loved it.  I've always wanted to go back.  I liked the food very much and just had local specialties and game.  Uprated, but really, disgusting, ha ha ha ha!!
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  4. ***** That's how it goes!!  I'm originally from Ohio USA!  No shame in that.  I'm proud I got out at 20, however, and braved NYC alone, then after 17 years, Paris for over 20.  Hello to the Londoner!!  :)
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  5. ***** Yes, and it's laborious!!  :)
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  6. Tammc09 The rule for NYC is/was "one day over one year and you're a NYer."  (Just not a "native NYer.")   I was there for 17 years.  I owned my domicile there, as I do here in Paris, over 20 years now, and worked declared 42 years on two continents.  I left Ohio for good at 20.  I'm a "Buckeye" only in origin.  My French inlaws were/are from the country, but "climbed to Paris," as the French say, as teens and had their careers here.  They retired to within hundreds of yards from where they were born "on the farm" yet were/are always referred to as "the Parisians."  (Maddens/maddened them.)  (They are/were "enfants du pays" -- locals.)  My mother in law's family has been there since before 1500 in that one place in Brittany.  She is still "La Parisisienne."  They do that, here.  You can be third-generation Greek, French going back say a hundred years, and you'll always be referred to as "le/la grecque."  It really isn't fair but it's just words and names.  Please do not presume to tell me about my "rights."  It's only your judgment. 
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  7. Tammc09 We are not under Anglo-Saxon law here.  I do not have my married name -- I forever have my maiden name (but can style myself with the married name, as long as I specify the maiden name for administrative purposes).  I'm French now, so how they slot me me in is most pertinent for me.  You can't be buried where you want here -- you have to be domiciled there, own property there, or get rare permission.  (You can plan and buy in advance, but again, have to be "of there" in some way legally valid here.)  I am still "the American" in France, which bothers me, but it's just their way.  Legally, I am of Ile-de-France -- Paris and its immediate environs.  Misfit females historically become parisiennes.  Chanel, Dietrich, Collette, and so on.  We qualify quickly and are left alone as long as we can "dance the minuet," as I call it.  Some, such as Baker, Baldwin and Simone choose a French domicile and are thus French.  It does depend on your citizenship, your domicile, but again, it is a different legal system from the USA.  Were I to call myself anything but a "dionysienne" here would be considered strange and incorrect.  (My home is in Saint-Denis, just north of Montmartre, Paris.)  If asked or it's required, I specify that I come from "l'amérique profond" (sp?).  I can also say that, "Je suis aussi new yorkaise."  But that's just something to add, if I care to respond.
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  8. Tammc09 I answered you AFTER Phantom did.  Anyway, be well.
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  9. Tammc09 In Australia and the UK, it means Jell-O gelatin-type stuff!  Sorry, butting in.
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  10. Tammc09 I always considered myself an immigrant, kind of, to the USA, sort of.  I am European.  Not indigenous.  Some family in the colonies in the 18th c., farmers, but hey.  Others around 1900 from Slovenia.
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