Come March 17th, every white person with a green t-shirt gets to shout “KISS ME I’M IRISH” and it can be taken for granted that their great great great grandpappy came from the Emerald Isle.
But matter-of-factly acknowledge that one of your parents/grandparents came from someplace that isn’t Western Europe and it’s, “But are you really [x ethnicity]? Have you been there? Do you speak the language? Can you detail its civic history for the last three centuries?”
I acknowledge that that a lot of this comes with the privilege of passing for white and that more visible poc have it way worse.
but hi, not everything has to be up for debate? I’m not going to rewrite my history or my identity into something more palatable BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE CAN’T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND THAT TWO PEOPLE OF DIFFERENT RACES DECIDED TO GET FREAKY TOGETHER AND PROCREATE.
98% of the time, this is how the conversation goes down
- "Actually, I'm part Indian."
- "Uhh, I believe the correct term is Native American. And are you one of those white girls who is like, 'I am one sixteenth Cherokee?'"
- "No, asshole, I mean my mom is from Calcutta."
So hip it hurts.
i like when the flash happens so that you can’t see the nose and you just look like eyes and lips.