both of my parents are american and from berkeley, california, where i was also born and raised. my mom is black, with a little bit of native american but the cultural aspect of her native american heritage was lost over the years. also an only child. my dad is ukrainian ashkenazi jewish, 3rd generation in the US, so doesn’t speak yiddish. he has 2 sisters and a half sister. my mom’s family has mostly passed away to this point so 90% of extended family things were with my dad‘s side, and the jewish culture is interesting insofar as everyone is pretty well read & likes to talk politics/world issues. normally like 5 conversations going on there at once especially during meals. if anything, he’s very much an overcommunicator and has a tendency for intellectual removal, partially due to white privilege partially due to who he is as a person mom’s family, i don’t remember a ton but they mostly don’t talk much, were always nice people though, not cold just quiet. she does not communicate well at all, often assumes other people think the way she does, and doesn’t listen well either. this leads to basically constant clash and unequal compromise over what i believe to be the core issue of being raised with completely different communication styles and the lack of will from one side to do much work to change that. it’s often a pain in the ass but really interesting to see sometimes when i’m home

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I think the biggest point of divergence between my parents' culture is the ways we interact w family. my moms (dominican) family is huge, like our family reunions are over 100 people (and those are just the people who could make it to the cookout) and I could meet like 5 new people at each family gathering that I didn't know I was related to. but with my dads (american) family, the family is a lot smaller and less warm? not sure if that's the best description but compared to my moms side, there is so much more drama on my dads side
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