Still, it's this balance we are somehow gracefully able to maintain, which makes us so damn special.So, without further ado, here are 10 reasons why you should date an Indian girl.But in finding bits of shared experience, there could be a feeling of unsiloing oneself, of belonging to something larger.I’m not, of course, the only one aware of a change in the winds, away from the notion of a post-racial America, toward understanding that Americans are acutely aware of race and also content defying its cold categorizations.My hometown was a predominantly white, upper-middle class town, where I was one of the few brown people in my high school.I remember my very first high school crush, whom I'd met in the drama club.My ancestors hail from the southern part of India, on the Bay of Bengal, which I mention only because the sea once had a way of washing up all varieties of conquerors and marauders on our shores. But in 2017 America, my particular jambalaya of “features” frequently has me mistaken for Ethiopian. Ta-Nehisi Coates describes defining oneself as black as like joining “a tribe — on one hand, invented, and on the other, no less real.” As the number of brown-skinned Americans grows, will we forge our own tribe?
Really worth the read..of the BEST e-mails I've received in a long time!!
It seems that an article was written to a well-founded magazine, by an English woman who requested a response from Indian men.
I'm so glad she got what she asked for (and more)!!!
As I walked past them in a restaurant, a couple, on what must have been a first or second date, flagged me down from their table. It depends on which city I’m in, what I am wearing and, more often than not, who is doing the asking.
From their broad, eager smiles, I already knew what they wanted. “He thinks you’re from South America,” she said, gesturing to her date. I am a dulce de leche-colored woman, browner still in the summer. My hair winds into curls at the hint of rain clouds. “Like the president’s,” someone noted once, trying somehow to square Barack Obama’s multiculti look with my own. Now here was this couple, both white, asking the question I increasingly stumble over. Just another dark-featured, dark-haired woman in a vast sea of immigrants’ kids, I want to tell them. Because the more brown America gets, the more mutable ethnicity — mine, others — is becoming.