What do you want me to say? I think I look East Asian. But when you don’t have a script to tell you someone’s genetics are “normal,” you see a short woman who hasn’t bleached their hair blonde yet (as all proper women should) with weird cheekbones and skinny, bulging eyes.

You can: Don’t make it about you, and don’t make it worse. Every day, you’re interacting with people who deal with this on a much smaller scale.

See, that’s how it should be framed. Nobody gets a free pass for murder on any day of the year. Either you think Carnival gives you a free pass for rape-murder or you don’t.

HAHAHA. Nobody ever tells me that because I’m mixed and ugly.

Meanwhile, in the Midwest I’m frequently mistaken for “hispanic,” or a very ugly caucasian, but I’m majority Chinese to the surprise of basically everybody. I grew up in a very mixed community where nobody ever doubted I was Asian-mixed and nothing needed to be proved or argued, but those days are behind me.