A cultural irony

I don't want to be limited by my cultural background. Vietnamese stick to their own cultural barrier, making excuses like cultural tradition and customs to stick to their own kind and never improve. I hate that kind of thinking. I vehemently oppose it.

But isn't it fair? Why is English progressive and Vietnamese regressive? Isn't each cultural perspecti ve deserve its own credit? Each has something wise to teach to the world, no matter how skewed the world is in its choice of information channels. Shouldn't I be a champion of the under-represented because I happen to have managed to get out of this den to the greater world out there?

But, it's hard for me. It's hard. There is this prejudice in me, against my own culture, my own heritage. I've fought for so long to get out of its grip. I've denied its influence on me. A year ago I might not even consider it worth studying (which, in my own terms, is a big insult). I am ironic. I criticise global unfairness, and yet I'm enthralled by the vast scale of the winners, and I ignore the losers. I should be on the side of the weaker, encouraging and empowering them, but instead I've sought to identify with the stronger. I am ironic, and I am hypocritical.

Well, aren't we all?