Depending on what kind of fake fur you can get your hands on, she suggests a couple ways of going about replicating the Mother of Dragons' look."I think they should get fake fur and cut into it like we did in the back.
If you've got a short fake fur, you can cut into it and paint into it and create a similar look without going into the extent of braiding it and cutting every single piece," she says.
As time went by, their original culture disappeared, but the new culture didn't provide the necessary substitutions. Consider some of the contradictions: You may be old enough to be entrusted with a two-ton hunk of speeding metal, yet not be allowed to vote; You may be old enough to die for your country in war, yet not be permitted to order a beer; As a college student, you may be trusted with thousands of dollars of student loans, yet not be permitted to choose your own classes. Later, many people are equally surprised that the jobs they worked so hard to get aren't as creative and glorious and fulfilling as they expected. Some of you may see this as an exaggeration or a stereotype of modern adolescence.
There were no more dream quests, but then what roles were there left for adolescents to dream themselves into? In traditional societies (even our own only 50 or 100 years ago), a young man or woman looked up to his or her parents, relations, neighbors, and teachers. are prettier, richer, smarter, wittier, healthier, and happier than anybody in our own neighborhoods! I'm always astounded at how many new college students are quickly disappointed to discover that their chosen field actually requires a lot of work and study. I certainly hope that your passage from childhood to adulthood was a smooth one.
They were told to speak up, when their upbringing told them to be still.
In other words, their white teachers found them quite impossible to work with, and their parents found them quite corrupted by an alien culture. When exactly is it that everyone treats you like an adult? It shouldn't surprise us that so many young people look to the short-cuts that crime seems to offer, or the fantasy life that drugs promise.
Among the Oglala Lakota, it was the tradition for an adolescent boy to go off on his own, weaponless and wearing nothing but a loincloth and mocassins, on a dream quest.
Hungry, thirsty, and bone-tired, the boy would expect to have a dream on the fourth day which would reveal to him his life's path.
Most people were generalists; very few could afford to be specialists.
And you learned these roles by simply being around the other people in your family and community. By the time the Oglala Lakota were visited by Erik Erikson, things had changed quite a bit.
Patrick's Day or a recipe for marinara sauce from grandma! So here he was, a tall, blond, blue-eyed boy who was also Jewish.