March 21st, 2007the rage
Josh came up yesterday with Matthew for our weekly lunch date. He IM’ed me later:
Josh: An older white woman was charmed by Matthew and said that he was gorgeous. She then asked me, “Where did you get him?” I said, “Oh, no, he’s my son.” She responded, “I know he’s your son.”
Josh: To which I must wonder, then what the fuck are you asking?
Casey: Next time you say, “From my wife’s vagina. He was 8 lbs, 6 oz., and all head!”
March 21st, 2007 at 1:26 pm
God. Questions like this. One of our friends finally just started saying “I banged a Korean chick” and walking away.
For some reason it doesn’t come up as much with my half-Indian kids. I just have a lot of people comment on how dark my husband must be - or some people who assume I’m the nanny, but I think that’s because I’m a little younger and significantly less wealthy than a lot of the other moms in my neighborhood and not because of any complexion issues.
March 21st, 2007 at 9:02 pm
Stories like this make me cringe when I think about my future with C - and we’re not even engaged, much less parents. The last time he was in Chicago, a clerk at Blockbuster asked where he was from. He said the town’s name, and she said oh no, not where you LIVE, what part of Africa are you FROM? And then he said, “I don’t know, when my ancestors were sold into slavery, they must have left the family tree behind” and I was both proud that he said it and wishing that I had thought of it first.