What Is Family Bias In The Family

While taking Introductory Sociology with Professor Cole Smith this semester, the course revealed concepts covering various topics about society and the world around us. During the course, the ideas and concepts covered were impressionable because of the nature of the content. Each chapter discussed controversial topics challenging the way the students previously perceived information. However, there are chapters in this course that have been the most influential. For example, chapter one covered the theoretical perspectives, chapter four examined the concept of the social construction of reality, and chapter twelve exploring the family dynamic. Although each chapter provided insight on various subjects, the information allows for the reader

Balancing my cultures growing up was confusing as a young child; at one grandparents’ house I was Mexican, and the other, Laotian. Today I embrace both which has cuisine benefits during the holidays. Also, being different than my peers has been a constant struggle. Nonetheless I am understanding of others upbringings and am observant and self aware that I should embrace the culture around me without losing sense of who I am culturally and individually. This has been a realisation that has taken years to develop but has transformed me into an accepting and compassionate individual because so many were not for me. Regardless I am proud to be a texan, a southerner and an american. In addition being of a divorced family led to me, the eldest, filing in as the other parent sometimes acting as such in regard to care. I have been a parent to my siblings in my own right and didn't realize this until my younger sister told me so. Between making sure that we were awake for going to school, lunches being packed, homework finished and baths taken, I have a great sense of duty to family as well as initiative. I grew up quickly but wouldn’t change my circumstances even if I could. I have learned how to cope with stress and persevere and that a person should do things not because they are told to but rather because they are needed to be

In life, there is a common ground on which most every person can relate. At one time or another, we have all been promoters of or victims of the unremitting nature of stereotypes. According to the Webster’s dictionary, a stereotype is defined as “a simplified and standardized conception or image invested with special meaning and held in common by members of a group.” Most stereotypes take on a negative form and are based on characteristics such as age, gender, race, status, and personal beliefs. Generally speaking, the greatest problem that arises with stereotypes is that they judge group of people by the characteristics and actions of their ancestors, rather than on an individual basis. More often than not, these assumptions will

Family is very important in my culture. The ideal family has a mom and dad who are married to each other. Families who are different are usually expected to be looking for a way to achieve a parent partnership or looking for a way to achieve the look of a parent partnership. Children are supposed to be raised to be self-reliant and contributing members to society. Most children are sent to school to learn how to fit in with the rest of the culture. Those children who don't go to school are looked at differently by the rest of the culture. Children are supposed to be reasoned with, so they can become responsible adults; however, many parents discipline by taking away privileges. Children are supposed to be taught to be responsible for their actions.

Growing up, I lived in a close-knit community where the majority of families around me were Hmong, like myself. Therefore, I didn’t know or understand what racism, discrimination, and stereotypes was until I was in school and was exposed to other cultural groups, which resulted in my experience of childhood bullying. Students from my elementary school made comments that my family

A situation where I was a minority and that have made an impact in my influence interactions with minority and majority populations is being a Second Generation American woman. As a woman born to Filipino Frist generation immigrants, I lack privilege to relative to men. I would always be corrected by my mother on how to be a woman. Even though I was allowed to go to school, I always felt I was being brought up by my mother to be a “happy homemaker.” When I was finally able to date, I was 18 in college. I never keep secrets from my parents, so when it was time for the “sex talk” it was interesting. My health insurance is under my father’s name so I felt obligated to tell them that I was planning on going on birth control. I didn’t want them finding out that I was sexually active through the Kaiser bill. My mother was not happy. She had never used birth control in her life. Frankly, I believe she was confused about the purpose of it. Because of her religious culture she didn’t believe in birth control. She even told me to keep the baby if I were to ever accidently get pregnant. When I told her about the birth control, she thought I was on it because I was pregnant. She didn’t want me slowing anything that could prevent Gods will for a pregnancy.

People judge others through stereotypical analysis, where untrue, negative thoughts about a person are based on precedent assumptions. The Youngers’ faced these issues when trying to move into a predominantly white neighborhood called Clybourne Park. The family was alienated by the neighborhood in multiple ways. In one particular way, the community board thought that the Youngers’ would make the predominately white, upper-middle-class neighborhood unclean because of them being the only black family to move into the neighborhood. There were times when the Younger family received unwelcoming looks and unfriendly responses from their neighbors. These types of accusations were morally wrong but not unusual for this era. To properly get an analysis

Growing older, I started to see differences that were colliding between the two cultures that I was breathing in. One being my gender. Every southern girl loves sipping sweet tea on the sandy beach in bikinis with her favorite pals, however as a Indian girl, I had limits that were considered acceptable, wearing a bikini was not one of them. I had trouble convincing my mom to let me wear a bikini, but after often seeing that I was obeying the many other parts of her culture, she decided to open and made adjustments and

Walking the halls at school was an overall awkward situation as I attended a predominantly white private school. It was not uncommon for my peers to make jests and snide comments about the oddity of our relationship. I vividly remember the stunned expressions on the faces of my parents and siblings as I explained that my new boyfriend was not white. While my family was accepting of the news, I was warned to not mention my new relationship to my grandfather who would not be quite as understanding as he would only be blinded by his outdated and old fashioned state of mind. Meeting my boyfriend's parents for the first time was unnerving to say the least. I felt like an exhibit at a museum, being observed and analyzed by a group of people who no doubt had already made their own assumptions of my character. I could see from the skeptical look in their eyes that I was nothing more than a vapid and privileged white girl to them. All of these outward opposing forces undoubtedly created friction within the relationship. I found myself questioning if our racial differences were forcing a wedge between our families and friends or if the relationship was worth the criticism we faced. A few short months later, we called it quits, although not entirely due to the racial

One time, while my family and I were walking towards a bus station, a group regarding blacks was stereotyped.I overheard some parents addressing to their children to not get associated with them since they assumed they are untrustable because of their color.

People of many different ethnicities have questioned my heritage, and when I defend my culture, they have laughed at me. In my Spanish class, it was tradition to celebrate Cinco De Mayo where many students would bring Mexican food or something similar. My father, an avid cook, would prepare a Mexican dish every year. For my seventh grade year, my father and I made tamales for the class. The majority of the class enjoyed them.Yet , a select few, “more” Mexican ones, did not even try them.I proceeded to ask why they did not eat them; no clear answer was given. I naively and simply thought they did not like tamales or were just not hungry so to their reply; I remarked, “Yeah I understand I like manoodle more anyway”. My comment was quickly answered with astringent laughter. Baffled by their response, I walked away not knowing they were laughing at me. What caused the laughter was the pronunciation of the word menudo,a Mexican dish, however I did not understand this because manoodle is my how my father pronounced it. The mispronunciation was due to the fact that,sadly, Spanish was not passed to my father’s generation. Honestly, this situation has truly affected how I view myself. It made me think that I was not good enough, that I did not deserve my name and that I was not who I thought I was. At one point, it

I’ve learned over the years that my mother, sister, and I are all American Cherokee Indian. My “Greatest” great-grandmother, what i like to call her, followed the culture of Cherokee Indians. She believed in magic, spirits, and veneration of her ancestors, Although I didn’t get to speak to her much about her history and culture often, I tell how much she wanted my mother and her children to embrace and never forget where we come from. To be exact from my knowledge my ancestors move up to New York and continued their lives here. This is where my mother was born and raised. Unfortunately I’ve never met my grandmother, my mother’s mom but I’ve heard she was a heartwarming lively woman about who she was. My mother doesn’t follow right after my

Depending on their cultural background, many families will often have different understandings or ideas of what a family is and how it should be structured.

Before referring to the impact of culture on families, I will say that culture is known as knowledge, art, beliefs, law, morals, customs and all habits and skills acquired by man not only in the family but also to be part of a society as a member that is. It is also defined as a set of ideas, behaviors, symbols and social practices learned from generation to generation through life in society. The family is defined as a group of people linked by blood, marriage, or adoption; usually centered on a married couple, their dependents, and relatives. Although there have also been non-traditional families made up of people who are not linked by blood or marriage and are now found more frequently in many regions of the world.

When I was younger, I honestly have no memories of being told, “only boys play with that,” or “girls wear dresses.” I come from a very open minded family who accepts me for who I am. According to the traditional ways in society, girls like pink and purple, and boys like blue and green. I do remember playing with a lot of Barbie dolls and wearing my pink skirt, but my favorite color was orange and I played football out in the yard with the rest of the neighborhood kids. When I was in the fourth grade I only wore jeans and long sleeved shirts, I would not even wear capris all the way up until I graduated high school. That was the year I first became self conscious about myself and learned what