You look like a nice Oriental lady. What country are you from? My thoughts, in logical order:
- USA
- Umm, which part of my profile did you find to be grammatically incorrect?
- USA, jackass.
- Crap. Do I look like a FOB in my profile pic?
- I need a snack. And I hate online dating.
Then again, who am I to judge? It wasn’t until freshman year of college when I learned that Oriental should only be used to describe rugs, rice crackers or certain species of flora and fauna. Granted, my freshman year was so last century. Literally.
Where are you from? No, where are you FROM? No, what are you?
When I am in Asia, my dress, demeanor and accent get me labeled as “the American.” Here, my Asian-ness is a defining characteristic-neither good nor bad, but as obvious as the color of my hair or the color and shape of my eyes. I’ve been called an ABC (American Born Chinese), a Twinkie or banana (yellow on the outside, white on the inside), Korean, Japanese, chink (not in the last two decades, thankfully) but I usually just prefer to be called by my first name. And I’m more interested in someone who wants to know who I am rather than what I am. And that someone starts with me. For various reasons, the past year and a half gave me a shake-down to the core. I lost myself for a time and I’m still getting my bearings back. I’m not sure where this is all going, but it is a beginning. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step…or a single post. And maybe a few recipes and a cup of hot water. Ready or not, here we go!
Update: 6/13/15
My friend A recently sent me this hilarious video from Ken Tanaka. Hilarious because this has happened to me and most of my friends too many times to count.
you look like a nice oriental lady 