I have stated before that I do not believe that culture is “stolen” or “appropriated” except in those now-rare occasions when it is physically removed and smuggled away. The Elgin marbles, anyone? Having an appreciation, even a “shallow” trendy one, of cultural ideas and artifacts not your own is not some sort of intellectual larceny, but rather intellectual and aesthetic curiosity, which is a healthy, worthwhile thing. Too many people are completely hidebound in their own cultural norms: they won’t learn another language, if they ever visit a foreign country, they eat at MacDonald’s, and they spend the entire trip bitching about how it’s “not like home.” (Some people behave that way when they visit a new city or state in their own country!) They are not open to any experience beyond the ones with which they are already familiar and comfortable. This is sad. The open-minded, open-hearted willingness to explore the world in other terms brings depth and soulfulness to your life, even if the exploration is limited to tasting some unfamiliar foods and wines, learning a few halting words of a foreign language (my French is pretty dismal!) looking at some new art, seeing a movie with subtitles or just trying out a fashion statement (“Check out my new T-shirt! It has a mandala on it!”) is intellectually and spiritually beneficial, even if the results are comparatively simple and short-term. Taking a Yoga class will not make you a Hindu any more than having tea and scones will make you British, but it could conceivably make you stronger, healthier and more flexible both physically and mentally. Tea and scones are merely delicious. Both are a win-win in my book.
You don’t have to be born in a country or even descended from people who immigrated from that country to have a fascination, even love for its history, culture, aesthetics, and even its folklore. Joseph Campbell spent about 50 years studying the religions and mythological traditions of world cultures, drawing comparisons, finding similarities and using his findings to fuel a more profound understanding of what it means to be human. Was he “stealing” from the ancient Greeks and Egyptians when he drew parallels between the solar deities Amon- Ra and Apollo? When he traced heroes’ quests through various cultures?
I would ask your anonymous poster who feels his/her forebears were “forcibly Americanized to consider this: did they arrive voluntarily? Were they fleeing from a depressed economic situation, and did their economic condition improve when they arrived in the US? Did they have greater opportunities, greater personal freedom or greater upward mobility? Are they sorry they left the “old country”? If you want t re-connect with your Italian past, by all means do so. Learn the language ( word of warning: I have tried to learn Italian. It is a gorgeous, melodious, silken language, and a complete and utter bitch to master. I was reduced to tears and desperate phone calls to a brilliant and multi-lingual friend who talked me down of the window ledge. Still can’t say much more than “Hello, how are you, it’s nice to meet you and I’ll have the fettucine alfredo.”) Read Dante, D'Anunnzio and Calvino, and of course, visit Italy, bearing in mind that for all its relatively small geographic size, Italy was once a collection of competing, and independent city-states, so Rome is culturally and even linguistically very different from Milan or Venice or Capri or Florence or Naples or Sicily etc. There are a lot of layers of cultural complexity (and superb food!) to explore.
What you SHOULD NOT DO is try to deny anybody else the chance to experience and explore and Italy in terms driven by their own individual interests: linguistic, literary, historic, aesthetic, mythological or even fashion. They are not “appropriating” anything by listening to Verdi, loving Botticelli or Frangelico, marveling at the architecture of Renzo Piano, watching Fellini movies ( I saw a bunch of them in film class) or wearing Gucci loafers. Is it wrong to covet BVLGARI (yes; that’s how they style it), Nardi or Buccellati? No; it just makes you a person of sophistication and taste. Unless you are actually shoplifting, you are not stealing anything.
All over the world, people are listening to hip-hop music, wearing Addidas or Nike sneakers, watching American movies and TV shows, reading Marvel comic books, eating hamburgers, posting on Facebook, using Apple computers and trying desperately to get into American universities. They are not "appropriating” American culture; they are appreciating it.
The “strega” style is just an accessible version of the 2013 “witchy woman” couture look Hedi Slimane presented to enormous acclaim a couple of years ago. Wearing either version does not mean that you are trying to “be” Italian, any more than wearing the YSL "Russian" collection meant you were trying to be a Cossack or Ralph Lauren’s western-influenced looks mean you’re going to go out on the back 40 and rope a steer. Conversely, I completely understand that people of Romani heritage object to clothing styles described as “gypsy” as they view this as a slur, and I respect that. “Boho” will cover the concept nicely and ethnic and/or racial slurs have no place in civil discourse, no matter how superficial or trifling the subject matter. If people want to dress like their idea of an Italian witch (few of us have actually met one) or a super hero or a British nanny or in Kente cloth or as a vampire or in a kimono or squash blossom necklaces or clothes from another era, they are just expressing a visual preference or intellectual curiosity. Nothing sinister. If the interest turns out to be superficial, they’ll move on to another visual trope; if the interest is profound, it might morph into their doctoral thesis.
On a personal note: speaking as someone whose ancestors were “forcibly Americanized” in the most literal and brutal possible way, I would humbly submit that while your immediate forebears might have traveled to Ellis Island steerage, at least they did not arrive as cargo. Why is it that the people who go on about cultural appropriation seem to have so little culture or sense of history?
Here endeth the rant. I hear li canto di sirena of a big glass of pinot grigio and a long hot bath, soaking in BVUGARI-scented bubbles. I must settle my nerves.