Dots on the head, not feathers.
So, uh, today I met this woman. She seemed very nice. We got to my name, which is a popular Indian name. And as so many people do upon hearing it, she asked its origins.
ME: It's Indian. I'm half-Indian.
She kind of looked at me strangely. Usually people do when I explain that. As mentioned before, I just don't look it. Apparently that's not why she was looking at me strangely.
HER: Then you should know that the correct term is "Native American."
ME: ...
I explained my mom's from India.
But she still seemed put out that I didn't use the term Native American.
Sigh. There's no pleasing people.
ME: It's Indian. I'm half-Indian.
She kind of looked at me strangely. Usually people do when I explain that. As mentioned before, I just don't look it. Apparently that's not why she was looking at me strangely.
HER: Then you should know that the correct term is "Native American."
ME: ...
I explained my mom's from India.
But she still seemed put out that I didn't use the term Native American.
Sigh. There's no pleasing people.
posted by BooM @ 10:47 PM
6 Comments:
At February 04, 2009 12:55 AM,
Anonymous said…
That is a glorious story.
At February 04, 2009 9:59 AM,
Josh said…
The best part is that she was still upset at the end.
At February 10, 2009 2:12 PM,
Tomatito said…
Was the lady in question Asian or Oriental?
At February 10, 2009 2:14 PM,
Tomatito said…
Was the lady in question Asian or Oriental?
At February 10, 2009 9:31 PM,
BooM said…
It is glorious. Especially the end. And the lady in question was white as the driven snow.
At March 23, 2009 8:54 AM,
junglenugget said…
lol
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