I guess that in a way, I was jealous that my colleague so vehemently knew she was white on the inside like an Almond Joy. And I know there are many more chocolate bars brown on the inside. But I don’t feel like they completely represent me.
I think I’m mostly brown with a little bit of black, which I credit for being able to keep the beat — which was confirmed by an Ancestry app. So don’t go canceling me.
I have small spots of white because I jokingly use words like accouterments and soup du jour, and I enjoy the occasional wheatgrass shot.
But there is no such chocolate bar.
If I have to compare myself to food, I think I’m more of a savory dish like a Risotto Ai Funghi because mushrooms turn everything brown in the same way my brownness colors my life.
My friend didn’t tell me if I can label myself racially ambiguous if I’m constantly conflicted by my racial identity or if this feeling ever goes way.
Thank you for reading. This short essay wraps up this week’s series, “Unequivocally Racially Ambiguous.” This is the central piece behind my upcoming one-man showhow, so let me know your thoughts, questions, jokes in the comments.
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Author: Carlos Garbiras
Karen O’Blivious – Senior political correspondent who insists she’s neutral but only interviews people who agree with her.