Identifying your races when asked "Which of the following best describes your race?" when you're only allowed to choose one can feel like such betrayal. We're complicated, people, so make sure you always keep us multiracial people in mind.
Two things happen when someone can't quickly identify your race. 1. You mention it first, and they say, "Oooh, OK, I see it now." Uh, kay. 2. They're ballsy enough to just come out with it: "You're not all white, so... what are you?" When asked, don't ever just tell them. Make them guess. It's a fun game because they always lose — and I'm competitive.
Hey, why can't you just let me buy my lumpia wraps, polovoron and Pretz in peace? Sure, I don't look like everyone else, but I belong, dammit. I belong.
Just nod and smile. Smile and nod. Then swipe your card and get out!
"Are you a half?" asks the cashier as I awkwardly put more items on the belt.
Just a quick nod or a flash of a smile between the white husbands shopping with their Asian wives and families, and they're bonded for life. Happens every time.
Because he, too, has no idea what any of the foreign food is, so you all joke about how the upo looks like an awkwardly shaped cucumber or how we always talk smack about balut being the worst food that ever existed and we can never understand why anyone eats it — as my mom picks up a case and puts it in the cart.
Sure, it was fun learning curse words for the first time and snickering every time you overheard your dad cuss under his breath. But when your mom cursed in a different language? It was like a whole new world opened up before you. (And you could curse in public, and no one ever knew what you were saying.)
No, my Asian mother was never open to the idea of ordering pizza. She always prepared a feast of spaghetti and lumpia. Oh, and she made everyone take home leftovers the next morning. My friends were damn lucky.
Your mom is tiny and your father is 6-foot-2; of course you're going to look like a giant standing next to your cousins.
Nothing is more awkward than standing next to your own father and someone asking you where your dad is. "Uh, standing right next to me?" Or, at the age of 17, having someone ask your dad who "these lovely ladies are" (referring to his two daughters). Yes, these things happen. It only gets worse with age.
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People will either a) not think you're related at all or b) point out that you look like twins, except for the fact that one looks "way more Asian" than the other. (See picture above.)
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Hm, do I want regular ketchup on my eggs or banana ketchup? So many options! (This is likely too specific to Filipino families, but I had to add.)
"Why did you donate those clothes to Goodwill when you could have sent them to the Philippines?," asks my mother.
No, I did not just get back from my vacation in an exotic locale. I just happen to look like this. But, thanks?
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