Just Call Me Michelle

Between yesterday and today I've heard, been told, and asked some things while not unbelievable, unbelievable.

I've been called Michelle Obama, twice. 

If I was only a foot taller and 60 pounds heavier, maybe.

When asked where I'm from and I said "New York", Italians responded "Obama".

He's from everywhere in America apparently.

I've been asked to my face "where is Daisy*" in asking about Sade*, the other black girl, a light-skinned black girl with natural curly hair whom I look nothing alike, responding with my hand raised "right here". "Oh", she says, "whose the other girl?" 

Typical.

 

When a reggae song came on that I knew the words to, my roommate asked "Dahlia who is that!?" I said I didn't know. She says, "Dahlia, come on you don't know!? How do you not know?" 

I should know all things colored.

Susie* informed me that when she gets drunk she puts on a Southern accent. She does it very well actually.

I hope she does it all the time. Seriously.

Katie* asked Ruma* "where you are from?" She said, "I'm from New York". The other says, "Okay, where are your parents from?" She responds, "I'm Indian if that's what you're asking."

If you look foreign, you are.

*Parties involved asked that their real names would not be used.