It Took Me Long Time
2011.06.28 @ 17:57I was in a bathroom stall last week which was positioned so that I could see the foot of the person in the next stall. And this was at a Vietnamese restaurant, so I was trying to figure out if, like me, this person had any Southeast Asian in their blood. The foot didn’t really look like mine, though, which is straight-up Thai, no question.
We both exited our stalls at the same time, at which point the foot’s owner was revealed to be a white woman who looked like she was probably lesbian and probably not a lipstick lesbian. “Damn,” I thought. But at least our feet didn’t look the same, which would have suggested that my Southeast A’-dar was off, though I was sort of hoping for a foot-based moment of camaraderie in the women’s room. (Yes, I am “unique”.)
As I was washing my hands, though, it occurred to me that this woman and I probably have plenty of shared experiences. I mean, I dressed like a tomboy for the first twenty years of my life. And in middle school it was basically assumed I was a lesbian. So in terms of people treating me a certain way and me not fitting into the normative femininity box, it’s very possible that this woman and I have had more shared experiences than a person who may have had the same kind of foot that I have.
And that’s when it hit me. Identity politics turn not only other people into “flat, appalling stereotypes”; they turn oneself into a flat, appalling stereotype. By proclaiming, I am Asian-American this or brown people that, I am reducing myself into just an Asian-American. But I am more than that, just as “white dudes” are not just “white dudes” any more than gay men are gay men or crips, crips.
Anyway. Took me long enough!
So, to recap:
- It took me 20 years to realize that I was not white
- It took me 15 more years to realize the irrelevance of that discovery
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Related:
- The aforementioned Vietnamese restaurant
- April 27, 2006 in Moscow (xoxoANP.com)
- Flat, appalling stereotypes (May 2009)




