I picked a random archive issue, random article, and it's about a Chinese woman complaining about fitting in, in the mid-west. An except from her horrors:
Her school didn’t have a microwave in the cafeteria, but the insulated lunch box, which traveled with her mother from Taiwan, kept the food warm. And the smell beckoned her peers. “What are you eating?” they would say while bending over her. Some asked with curiosity, but others would say, “That looks disgusting.” Sometimes she wondered why she couldn’t just have peanut butter sandwiches like everyone else.
That difference stuck with her from the cafeteria to the closet. Her mother had certain house rules that conflicted with her Midwestern peers: no hair dye, no short skirts, no tank tops, no flip-flops.
I swear I had to read some varying version of that story at least three times while in elementary and middle school in the '90s. It was like a mad libs with select details, like the country of origin and the 'gross' food, changing, but the fucking peanut butter sandwich line was always the same.
I picked a random archive issue, random article, and it's about a Chinese woman complaining about fitting in, in the mid-west. An except from her horrors:
https://archive.is/wip/32tIc
https://www.voxmagazine.com/news/features/asian-americans-struggle-to-find-sense-of-self-in-midwest/article_8a0c4f72-c234-5d81-8123-14e7e9b0b14d.html
Bring a hot lunch to school and don't dress trashy. Oh the horror!
I swear I had to read some varying version of that story at least three times while in elementary and middle school in the '90s. It was like a mad libs with select details, like the country of origin and the 'gross' food, changing, but the fucking peanut butter sandwich line was always the same.
Weird, because according to my lefty friends, one of the core reasons for immigration is for them to provide us with tasty foods. So which is it?