back to the list ... the list is rich with things to ponder and add and comment and laugh and ...?! after checking out the list, it appears i am either (a) white people or (b) i simply like the same stuff that white people like while i am part of the #11 crowd.
looking back - let's see ... so as part of passing my time yet ANOTHER way, i'll write a bit here/there about how i can relate to some of the "stuff" and i'll start with an easy one -
i, an asian girl (AG), dated a white boy (WB) here and there back in the day. in other words, i have been a data point for a few WBs (again, refer to #11), as well WBs providing little stories for me to tell through the years. here are three WB memories.
WB #1a: "what's a filipino? your last name is mexican, but you look chinese. is filipino mexican and chinese?"
(for my engineer friends, in mathematical terms, does f = m + c?)[context: 3rd year in college. boyfriend. cute. smart - but taking up
a little bit of space in the relatively prestigious university
for someone else who knows that filipinos don't look chinese (!)
- we look japanese or hawaiian!!! DORK!]
WB #1b: "AYshen girl hahb berry, berry shmoooojjj shkeen. white girl hahb berry, berry hruff shkeen. shmoooojjj AYshen shkeen!"
(spoken while rubbing my forearm as if he was polishing silver)[context: WB #1 attempting to speak with an asian-ish accent.
why? how the f**k would i know. but i put up with it.
i mean, it was college.]
WMom of WB #1: (WMom greets me pleasantly.)"good to meet you, finally. WB #1 son tells me you are filipino."
(WMom turns to WB #1) "
WB #1, remember when we lived on guam? we had filipinos? they are such nice people."
[context: standing at WB #1's parent's doorstep,
being introduced to WB #1's mom.
WB #1's Mom's doorstep. an actual porch attached to a ranch-style house,
that was part of a private golf community. clearly WMom was lying.
if she really meant it, why didn't a filipino butler answer the door?! ]
WB #2: "mmmm ... look at that asian p***y."
[context: not spoken during a gynecological exam.
not spoken while looking at asian p***y
on a screen (porn). not spoken about pet or stray siamese cat.
actually spoken during a lust-filled moment of a little petula.
that said, unless WB #2 was going to hand me a mirror or take a picture,
i wasn't going to be looking at anything, any time soon,
thank you very much! (OUCH! TMI)] WB #3: (aka "the runt" or the bay-city-roller-wannabe) rather than pick a choice quote, the defining #11 moment for
WB #3 was at a jazz concert (bobby caldwell and some saxophone dude). let's set up the scene of nearly 17 years ago ...
... my boyfriend (not a WB) and i were unknowingly walking in front of
WB #3 who was with his current
AG#1.
(important tidbit - my boyfriend was WB #3's former roomie.) WB #3 grunts behind us and says, "i thought i recognized that handsome couple?"
and as we turned around, it was VERY CLEAR (PAINFULLY) that
AG #1 could potential sport the nearly same, 1990s big-hair, spiral-perm, chaka-khan, rae dawn chong
hair that i was sporting. boyfriend and i were polite, chatted, and took our seats (for which
WB #3 was several rows ahead of us).
then, my boyfriend noticed across the concert hall, another gal,
AG #2. turns out,
AG #2 (also with big-hair) was an ex-girlfriend of
WB #3. apparently,
AG #2 was the ex with a bit of a fiery temper.
then during intermission, there was an
AG #3 siting - yet ANOTHER ex-girlfriend (with moderate big-hair) of
WB #3. yeah ...
WB #3 had three
ex-AGs at this concert. yellow fever? or four
AGs attracted to a runty
WB (at some point in time)? granted,
WB #3 was a charming, cute little fellow. but what a bummer for that ride home.
AND WTF?! curiosity, patience and a little google-stalking ... with a dash of my lame-ass mock-faux-photoshop-prowess. i found this little article after google-stalking
WB #3 by name and by the name of a plastic ball with holes in it. go figure - someone scanned some old newsletters in. (thank you, mr. man who did that.)
smooth skin, over and out for now.
