Some Italian Americans are so funny cus they’ll be like 67877th generation, not know one word of Italian, can’t even point Italy on a map, and the only thing their parents ever cooked that was Italian was spaghetti and meatballs with ragu sauce and garlic bread that came from a freezer. But they’ll be the first ones to say “we do x y and z cus we Italians!” And they’ll rep Italy as if they’d just left.
If that’s all it takes to be Italian, I too am Italian for all the times I had Italian genetics inserted inside me while on all fours during my summers on Long Island.
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Gonna tag Jenzie to get her take on this. Not shading her.
