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Permalink Reply by K!m\m/ on February 5, 2009 at 7:46pm
Permalink Reply by K!m\m/ on February 5, 2009 at 7:57pm that's hot!
Permalink Reply by K!m\m/ on February 5, 2009 at 8:02pm K!m\m/ said:haha thanks. i wouldve never been able to guess your mix. you know how sometimes it's pretty obvious? like black and white, or white and asian i feel are pretty easy to identify/assume..
not yours, no way. :)
Jay said:that's hot!
yeah i always get the "why dont you look like kimora lee simmons" bit. she looks crazy, so i'm glad i don't. people usually guess hispanic.
Permalink Reply by Boombats on February 5, 2009 at 8:33pm Ghettopunkrocker said:A mixture of Cherokee, Irish, Latino, Caribbean and my dad looks like Frank Zappa with a tan, so, I'm guessing some Italian and Greek as well. It's weird though because my mom gets mistaken for Salvadorean. People walk up to her speaking Spanish. My sister looks kind of Puerto Rican and I've gotten mistaken for Dominican Republican. The whole nationality and race concept is kind of interesting.
It's really funny that if you don't fit the "standard mixed" look, i.e. if you have dark hair and eyes, people automatically assume you're hispanic.
lol word.. she does look kinda funny. but its that strangely beautiful look. once a person finds out what i am, they usually wanna know if im related to "the rock" pfft.
Jay said:K!m\m/ said:haha thanks. i wouldve never been able to guess your mix. you know how sometimes it's pretty obvious? like black and white, or white and asian i feel are pretty easy to identify/assume..
not yours, no way. :)
Jay said:that's hot!
yeah i always get the "why dont you look like kimora lee simmons" bit. she looks crazy, so i'm glad i don't. people usually guess hispanic.
Permalink Reply by Matthew on February 9, 2009 at 1:12pm
Permalink Reply by Rosenda on February 9, 2009 at 1:16pm
Permalink Reply by Matthew on February 9, 2009 at 1:23pm Papa is a black gentleman from Texas.
Momma is half black half Mexican from Arizona.
One my old bosses in my retail industry job days in the 80's told me "Rosenda, you look like you could be from anywhere. That could be an advantage."
He must be right, I've had a few people every so often come up and talk to me for a few minutes in their native language, they see I'm not answering and they say "oh, you're not Filipino/Ethiopian/Egyptian/Dominican?"
It used to bug me when I was younger but now it's kind of sweet and funny.
Even after I tell them "no I'm not Egyptian/Filipino/Salvadoran/Brasilian/etc.", people STILL will start telling me about where they are from, when they got here, why they moved to the US, whom in their family I remind them of, and I remember this one cab driver from Ethiopia turned up his stereo, he was playing this AWESOME tape he had of Ethiopian music from some DJ at a club.
It's very interesting. One time my sister niece and nephew took my mom out for mother's day, and this one brother came up to us and said " Omigod, you look like my family back home in Louisiana. You make me homesick to see them." :)
Permalink Reply by Matthew on February 9, 2009 at 2:11pm i agree, Matthew! growing up multiracial is a unique experience that lends a bit of a different perspective to sociocultural interactions, i think. i hope the new chief of the states uses that unique perspective in his foreign policy decisions; from the things he's said thus far, it sounds like he will! :D
the other thing is... i know, i know, i know that in this day & age 'everyone is mixed'. but it's one thing to be a member of the national melting pot in general & a whole other thing to walk down the street with your parents & have passers-by not believe you're a family unit because each of you is a different skin shade. or to have schoolmates think your Mum is your Filipino nanny & she couldn't possibly be your mom because she's not 'black' (ya, that actually happened when i was a kid & it made me cry). or to have people come up to you in comic book shops &, for some reason, think it's perfectly appropriate yell, "you got chinese in you?" across the store, then call you a "mutt" when you begrudgingly tell them your ethnicity.
again, it's a unique experience. not always a positive one, not always a negative one... but i wouldn't trade it for anything in the universe.
lkn
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