I know that some white Americans, when they first see me, think "immigrant." That is, until they hear me speak or see the way I carry myself. It is perhaps ironic that when my immigrant relatives or peers see me, they think "white American," precisely because of the way I speak or carry myself. I remember my older cousin express shock when she saw I knew how to use chopsticks. Some immigrant peers were surprised when I mentioned I enjoyed food of my ethnicity. And I constantly amaze my immigrant relatives and peers with my ability to handle foods that have more than one speck of red pepper in it, that I in fact love spicy food and probably can't go a day without having something spicy to eat.
I know I'm "white" but dang, I'm still yellow.
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Meh, I'm white as snow and most people are shocked when I pick up chopsticks and use them. When I lived in Korea I was habitually handed a fork.
Sometimes I just feel like saying "Hell, us rednecks don't need no stinkin' utensils! We just eat with our hands like our forefathers... the cavemen!"
Stereotypes are frustrating and annoying. Yee haw.
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