First I get the mommy thing and then today someone who knows me from the Internet thought I was Asian. I am not in the least offended by this. I have a lot of Asian friends and I think it’s actually cool that I write in a way that doesn’t completely give away my cultural identity. However, if you saw me in person, you would see that this is actually kind of a comical misconception.
I am a white girl. Not only am I a white girl, but my skin is so pale, that when I step outside and the light reflects off of my skin, you could probably see me from space. Plus, I am huge. In bare feet, I am 6’1″ and my winter boots have a heel on them, so when I put them on, I’m probably about 6’3″. So, for someone who is imagining me to be a tiny Asian girl, this would probably be a bit of a shock.
I am, sadly, the poster child for mutant honkies.
I joked about being mistaken for knocked up and Asian this morning on Facebook and one of my friends (who has known me roughly the same period of time as I’ve been together with Boy – she’s his friend from high school) seemed to freak out and wondered if this were true.
I wrote her back and told her I was actually a tiny Korean girl who figured life would be easier on her if she were a tall gangly white girl with 9.5 fingers, so I was secretly controlling this body from the inside via a series of pullies and levers. I hoped that this explained my love of Kimchi and my erratic dance moves (the pullies are stiff).
She hasn’t written me back yet, but I am curious to see how she reacts to this “admission.” 🙂
Maybe in my next life I will be Asian. And maybe I’ll land a foxy John Cho looking husband. That would be pretty cool.