The Pilates Class from Casual Racism HELL

Pilates class... so unassuming. Little did I know what was to come.

There are some of us out there who understand what it’s like to be the subject in a racist situation. But this experience that I endured one summer- attending ongoing sessions of racism that I was paying to be in- was something new and fresh for a racism vet like myself. 

Being Called American Isn’t The Ultimate Compliment You Can Give Minorities

In a continuation of the number one most asked question towards me ever, my Languages of Communication professor was going around the table last week, asking every minority “where they were from”.

“Well, I’m from here-“ I started.

“Right” he laughs, “From Colorado or something, right?”

“…But my family is from Hong Kong.”

This has become my answer crafted from years of being subject to the gamut of everything from “what ethnicity are you?” to the even more eloquent “what are you?”