Lady Stranger
Lady Stranger: Hi
Me: Hi
LS: How are you doing?
Me: I’m doing well, and you?
LS: Great.
- 3 second pause -
LS: Are you Mongolian?
Me thinking, “HUH?”: No.
LS: Oh, you’re not?
Me: No.
LS: Then, are you from China?
Me: I’m Japanese.
LS: Oh, I have a friend from Japan.
Me: Oh?
LS: You look like you’re Mongolian.
Me: ORLY?
LS: With your dress, the headband …
Me: Oh, well, I’m Japanese.
LS: Where in Japan are you from?
Me thinking, “oh great, I was born in japan so I guess I am ‘from’ japan…here’s another lame conversation”: Fukuoka.
LS: My friend is from Nagoya.
Me thinking, “I don’t care”: Oh, okay. I think that’s further north.
LS: My neighbor is Japanese. He’s planning to move to Japan.
Me: Oh.
LS: To Nagoya.
Me remembering this video, but that took place in Nagano not Nagoya: Oh.
LS: Your accent makes it seem like you were raised out here.
Me: Well, yeah, I was. I came out here when I was 8 months old.
LS: Oh, so this place is all you know then.
Me: Uh … sure …
Lady at the restaurant: Excuse me, your food’s ready.
Me excited to escape horrible conversation: Oh, okay. Thank you! Nice meeting you, bye.
I often get approached with conversations like this. Not particularly about me looking Mongolian but always about the way I look and where I’m from. Conversations like this never ever interest me. I can’t help but not be responsive. I like meeting new people but not if the conversation is about the way I look and Japanese people they know. Odds are: the only thing your Japanese friend and I have in common would be that we’re both Japanese–nothing else. Sometimes people like to tell me about their friends who are Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese or another Asian ethnicity which is completely irrelevant to me. That’s great, but I don’t talk about my white or black friends when you’re there talking to me about your yellow friends. I wouldn’t even think about associating you with my friends in the first place. Ya, I like sushi, but you won’t hear me talking about pickled herring, yams, etc etc to you.
You’re in Southern California. It’s one of the most diverse places in the world. I don’t get it.
Also, happy birthday, mike like bike!
UPDATE: I had to correct someone who was referring to an Asian man as the “oriental guy” this past week. I might have sounded a bit annoyed and/or angry, but I’ve heard too many racist comments from this particular person.








