By the way, Jess is throwing me a birthday party on the night of Friday, July 7th! It will be a “Cowboys and Indians” party which you can interpret anyway that you’d like. The cutest squaw and the hottest cowgirl will get some very special attention from me if you know what I mean and underwear is entirely optional for females.
If you don’t already have plans you can’t cancel for that evening and are interested in coming, and I really hope you are, send me an email and I’ll include you in the invite I intend to send later today.
Sounds like you’ll have an evening full of surprises. And, I bet just to be cute, some of your guy friends will come without underwear, and give you a couple free shots. Or, at least my friends would do that.
i will be there with bells on!
email meee. I dunno if we have sitter action, and it’s the night before the maxday party, but I can still check with the missus on our options.
Squaw (from Pidgin Massachusett (a Pidginized version of a language belonging to the Algonquian family) squa, meaning “young woman”) is an English loan-word whose present meaning is “(an) American Indian woman”, regardless of tribe.
During the 1970′s, some American Indian activists objected to the term, alleging that it came from a Mohawk (Iroquoian language family) slang word meaning “cunt”. The earliest known objection is from Thomas E. Sanders and Walter W. Peek, Literature of the American Indian (Glencoe Press, 1973), p. 184:
However, the above authors are erroneous — the English word squaw was not borrowed from Mohawk (and Mohawk is not from the Algonquian language family). Although Algonquian linguists reject this proposed etymology, this incorrect information has been repeated by several journalists (e.g. Oprah Winfrey) and inspired a number of local initiatives to rename places with “squaw” as a part of their names (such as Squaw Peak in Phoenix, Arizona).
Excerpt from Wasi’chu, The Continuing Indian Wars,
Bruce Johansen and Robert Maestas:
We won’t be able to make it. :( Josh will be flying in from Georgia late Friday night– and I will be trying not to freak out as I get everything ready for Saturday’s party.
Do I get to stomp my feet and whine about unfairness now?
Maybe in a few weeks we could have an UnBirthday Party. Just because. xo