It happened again. This time, I was walking down my street and minding my own business when the woman in front of me turned around. I smiled at her. She smiled back. And then started speaking to me in Chinese. This time it wasn't even a dialect I understand. Do I look like I have a big red splotch on my face with little yellow stars? (though my flag would be red with a white sun in a blue square) Why do strangers think it's OK to just start speaking to me in Chinese?
I was in KASA for 3 years and only one person ever asked if I was Korean, yet three minutes down my street and old ladies think it's OK to come up and chat with me.
(on hearing upon the phenomenon a few months ago)
Mrs. Cho: Aren't you considered the most white washed in your family?
Moi: Oh, the irony isn't lost on me at all.
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