I didn't recognize Natalie from anything, but! I'm curious, how did you like her? I still miss Monk's last Girl Friday type (who got fired over salary negotiations ages ago) but I haven't watched Monk in forever.
Exactly! (Though re: your co-worker, that's kind of special. You're hugely pretty in the old photos of you I've seen. You're hugely pretty in the recent photos of you I've seen. Hi, you have a mohawk. I love that weight is such a common-domain thing now, like hair and whatever else, that people can come up to you and critique it and tell you what you should do with it. I mean, if I wandered up and started telling people they should really go read a book and then maybe they wouldn't be so ignorant, you're really mentally deficient now, maybe it'll motivate you to not be an asshole, I don't think it would be taken as friendly. But if you change an aspect of your appearance people can be all "Wow, you used to be so pretty (now you're hideous put a bag over your haed?) you should really do whatever it is I think would look better on you and maybe your inherent value as a human being in the eyes of society would increase".)
The whole "people like this are why gentrification makes me cringe" horror of the OP is in a locked post now, but I dug up some part of the alluring cat section from logs pasted to someone. It's magic! "There are a lot of really goddamn pretty Asian girls in this city, many with extremely good fashion sense--which I lack. I've never lived near many Asian girls and they still kind of come as a surprise to me. There's something about them that makes me forget they're human beings. I think they know that, too, because lately I've been eavesdropping a lot on conversations in the subway and I am finding that Asian girls are one sardonic group of people. Of course, once I learn that inside that Asian suit is a funny, brilliant, biting person, I totally want to be friends... but I can't! Because I feel they'll ALL TOO QUICKLY recognize that I have been helplessly driven to think of them as large, alluring cats."
I know up until high school my classes typically had a max of two kids who weren't white, but by the time I was through middle school I'd cycled through "best friends" who were Chinese, Korean, black, Puerto-Rican, Mexican, various kinds of multi-racial, Pakistani, Indian and probably some poor kid I'm forgetting, in addition to white kids from various backgrounds, and I highly doubt it was because I had some magical diversity genes from my handful of non-white ancestors. People are so willing to make other people The Other, I don't understand it. It makes me deeply curious what Other I am, who I'm the Other to. And where the brain damage started that people gave a fuck.
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Exactly! (Though re: your co-worker, that's kind of special. You're hugely pretty in the old photos of you I've seen. You're hugely pretty in the recent photos of you I've seen. Hi, you have a mohawk. I love that weight is such a common-domain thing now, like hair and whatever else, that people can come up to you and critique it and tell you what you should do with it. I mean, if I wandered up and started telling people they should really go read a book and then maybe they wouldn't be so ignorant, you're really mentally deficient now, maybe it'll motivate you to not be an asshole, I don't think it would be taken as friendly. But if you change an aspect of your appearance people can be all "Wow, you used to be so pretty (now you're hideous put a bag over your haed?) you should really do whatever it is I think would look better on you and maybe your inherent value as a human being in the eyes of society would increase".)
The whole "people like this are why gentrification makes me cringe" horror of the OP is in a locked post now, but I dug up some part of the alluring cat section from logs pasted to someone. It's magic! "There are a lot of really goddamn pretty Asian girls in this city, many with extremely good fashion sense--which I lack. I've never lived near many Asian girls and they still kind of come as a surprise to me. There's something about them that makes me forget they're human beings. I think they know that, too, because lately I've been eavesdropping a lot on conversations in the subway and I am finding that Asian girls are one sardonic group of people. Of course, once I learn that inside that Asian suit is a funny, brilliant, biting person, I totally want to be friends... but I can't! Because I feel they'll ALL TOO QUICKLY recognize that I have been helplessly driven to think of them as large, alluring cats."
I know up until high school my classes typically had a max of two kids who weren't white, but by the time I was through middle school I'd cycled through "best friends" who were Chinese, Korean, black, Puerto-Rican, Mexican, various kinds of multi-racial, Pakistani, Indian and probably some poor kid I'm forgetting, in addition to white kids from various backgrounds, and I highly doubt it was because I had some magical diversity genes from my handful of non-white ancestors. People are so willing to make other people The Other, I don't understand it. It makes me deeply curious what Other I am, who I'm the Other to. And where the brain damage started that people gave a fuck.