Roommate just asked me whether I’m originally from the U.S. Supposedly I look and sound… like something else.
Even in my own country, people say that. They are always questioning my “Americanness” (and, almost as often, my “whiteness”). Always thinking that American is a “mask” behind which I hide something else.
But what does an American look/sound like? We are made of every place.
Poor woman thought that she was going to “offend” me by asking. Why would I be offended to be thought of as a person from anywhere? Why is any place an insult?
I made this powerpoint for this week’s lesson - Regional/Iconic American Foods. I went back through and replaced all the text with my student’s reactions.
is there a cultural thing with china and blood also b/c i have encountered a major fear of blood OFTEN with my asian friends specifically and mostly the chinese ones
This is great. Thanks, internet.
Started cracking up at the aesthetic concerns over key lime pie… then lost it at the parenthetical commentary on pizza.
"And the Arab wins Miss America, classic."
The racist reaction to this is appalling. I really feel for this young woman and hope that the day will come SOON when Americans can be happy when ANY American wins the Miss America pageant. (Not even to mention all of the ignorant conflation of ethnicities being spewed around the internet right now.)
Congratulations to our new Miss America, Nina Davuluri.
To anyone who’s criticizing her right now — with all due respect, you have some bigotry to un-learn.
Got asked several times today by Chinese people if I was French (a common occurrence). When I replied to one of these women, “Lots of people in Shanghai think that I’m from France. I don’t know why they think this,” she enlightened me:
"You look like a French lady."
"I don’t know what French ladies look like…"
"You look very feminine. American ladies, not so much."
Fascinating. It still shocks me anytime people describe me as “very feminine.” If I out-feminize standard American ladies — as the tomboy who grew up playing football and poker with the guys, on a daily basis, in baggy clothes — I think we’re seeing a revolution in what it means to look “feminine.”
Federal court decides in favor of 8-year-old boy born with intersex condition subjected to procedure as an infant
THIS IS AMAZING NEWS! Hopefully, parents all over the nation will stop mutilating intersex children. We all deserve to retain our genitalia, in whatever form nature decides to give them to us, until we — with full awareness and of our own, exclusive volition — might ever decide to have them surgically altered ourselves. U.S.A getting back on board with nature. This is exciting!!! :)
On the down side, water is eight times more expensive in the US than it is in Shanghai. On the plus side, our water isn’t known to be tainted with arsenic.
my first thoughts are, in this order:
1) Wow, everybody is so big. It’s sad that so much of America is this unhealthy. :(
2) AH, diversity! Beautiful!
3) SOOOOOOOO many HOT men, yummmmm…
The old are obsolete here in America. Neither respected nor deemed important. Back home, the elders are given the highest place of honor, and it was they who dispensed wisdom and shared their experiences with those who came up after them. It’s not true here. No one wants to hear what you have to say. You feel isolated from your Americanized children and grandchildren. They laugh at things I don’t understand. America is so much more their country than it is mine.
In the winter afternoons I sit and watch the barren trees, feeling very lost. I think of how the whole world I once knew is all gone now, like incense smoke. I think of the old country, of the Tet Festivals back in Saigon, of the weddings and holidays, with gatherings of families and friends, everyone together, children running, adults gossiping, women cooking together, and I feel this deep yearning for the distant past.
In a certain way, to some extent, this captures the feeling of being Asian in North America, the way I’ve felt since I was an infant and which I’m sure will continue to grow in me as I age — a distant stranger in a strange and distant land where the young inexplicably spit on the elderly and value only their own fleeting reflections in mirrors over any lasting wisdom.
Be compassionate. You never know the world someone else has left behind — or how alien they might feel even amidst their own family.