While filling out paperwork to get flu shots, a lot of deep questions pierced my soul.
The form had me list my race. This has always been an internal struggle, especially when it says "Choose one." To choose one would be to deny the other, and that just never felt right. In the end, though, I marked the box next to the race "Asian" as i always end up doing.
Then, the form had an ethnic group category. It said:
Hispanic: Yes _ No _
Wondering why they listed ten different races but only one ethnic group, I went ahead and marked "No."
Then I was faced with the task of filling out forms for my children who cross the color spectrum. Some of my children are OBVIOUSLY not Caucasian, and to say they are Caucasian might cause them to have identity issues. The other children have such strong (and recessive) Caucasian features that to call them Asian would be laughable. So, what do I do? Mark the dark ones Asian and the light ones Caucasian? Just pick one for all of them and hope for the best? Go for the minority because they are more likely to get scholarships?
Instead, because I was not yet willing to commit to one race or the other, I answered the form as truthfully as I could.
My children are of the Other race, but they are not ethnically Hispanic.
Take that, county health department. Try making statistics out of us now.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
While turning left at the intersection of two major roads, I saw flashing lights spanning the road a block in front of us. The light turned green and we turned left as the cars next to us raced their way straight to the obviously blocked road.
"What makes them think they can cross through that intersection?" I asked my husband.
He replied, "Optimism."
"What makes them think they can cross through that intersection?" I asked my husband.
He replied, "Optimism."
Monday, November 9, 2009
Why is meal time so FRUSTRATING?
Starvation did.
Those were the good ol' days.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Edit or dread it, PART I
I will not ever make fun of how a person speaks. If someone is trying their best to communicate in a foreign language, my hat goes off to them, and they should be commended.
I will, however, make fun of things that are put into print, because seriously, they should have someone who speaks the language fluently check that. Don't worry, I also make fun of those people get Asian symbols tattooed on their bodies without checking with an Asian person if it makes sense. ("Why, yes, that symbol DOES mean proud . . . as in arrogant, overbearing, and insolent. Way to get that permanently inked onto your body.")
So, to start the "Edit or dread it" series, let's begin with Asian cards:
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When you don't want just a part of a dream to come true....

"Happy Birthday
May all your dream come true"
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When you don't really know what to say...

"Very Wonderfully and More Pleasantly
For You
Time over Something"
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"Love thy enemy" and send them a card.

"Especially Foe You"
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Whatever "It" is....

"For You
It is so grateful to have you around"
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In all honesty, this could have been edited by a native English speaker
(from 18th Century England)

"Happy Birthday
Cherish all you appy moments"
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Mislabeled
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Which Scooter Speaks to You?
Your scooter is more than just a means of getting from point A to point B,
It is an outward expression of your inner self.
So, tell us...
Which scooter embodies the essence of you?
"Fast, First, and Best"
"The Scooter that adds style to life."
"Good Partner in your life."
"The Friendliest Scooter On Earth"
"For Your Nice Scene"
"Jog is fascinating to you."
"Set me free, let me alone."
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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