As an Asian born within the majestic borders of Australia, and raised with nary a friend who shared my ancestry, nor a lesson from my parents in how to manoeuvre the landscape of their native tongue, I have for a large part of my life been aware of my unique inhabitant status – that of perceived foreigner and actual, palpable native – which nevertheless has ne’er shone a shred of remarkableness on any facet of my life.
Unexpected acts of potty-mouthing
Anything sans meek little Asian girl
It’s been an interesting week, racial bigotry and juvenile sexual harassment-wise.
Before we proceed, please adjust your personal overreaction-odometers accordingly. I, for one, am loathe to jump from the impression of harmless humouring to obscene overtures in one overzealous ethnic pride-laden leap.
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