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5. You feel mild guilt over not identifying with one of your cultures (i.e. you hate the food). 6. You feel awkward during get-togethers with one side of the family because you look nothing like your other family members. 7. Men (or women) use your questionable ethnicity as a means to hit on you.
5. You feel mild guilt over not identifying with one of your cultures (i.e. you hate the food).
6. You feel awkward during get-togethers with one side of the family because you look nothing like your other family members.
7. Men (or women) use your questionable ethnicity as a means to hit on you.
9. You can’t understand your grandparents’ language. 10. There is an undeniable clashing of cultures whenever the two sides of your family meet. 11. Your grandparents initially disapproved of your parents’ union. 12. Similar to a “gay-dar,” you’ve developed a “multiracial-radar.”
9. You can’t understand your grandparents’ language.
10. There is an undeniable clashing of cultures whenever the two sides of your family meet.
11. Your grandparents initially disapproved of your parents’ union.
12. Similar to a “gay-dar,” you’ve developed a “multiracial-radar.”
15. You’ve lied about your ethnicity in the past just for the hell of it, or to avoid conversation. 16. Your last name doesn’t really look like it belongs to you. 17. You’ve been criticized for not being [insert ethnicity here] enough, or speaking [insert language here] well enough.
15. You’ve lied about your ethnicity in the past just for the hell of it, or to avoid conversation.
16. Your last name doesn’t really look like it belongs to you.
17. You’ve been criticized for not being [insert ethnicity here] enough, or speaking [insert language here] well enough.
For anyone who doesn’t know what this days means to women in Canada.
Today, I just read the list of the women who were killed at École Polytechnique on this day in 1989. Rather than their ages, this list was of their birth years.
They were my contemporaries. I don’t know why I never realized this until today. They would be in their 40s today.
My age.
In 1989 I was studying for my undergraduate degree at York University. I was in school part time and working full time.
I’d like to share a story of something that happened to me while studying and commuting to York once or twice a week.
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So, full disclosure, I’m a vociferous advice column reader. I used to have an online advice column, but really, I’ve enjoyed reading the mainstream (Ann Landers et al) and non-mainstream (Dan Savage) for many years.
A few years ago I wrote about a Miss Manners column that blew my mind with how (mostly) wonderfully she answered a question from a reader about being asked the “where are you from?” question.
Today, while innocently reading Carolyn Hax’s advice column “Ask Carolyn” I came across this letter:
The New Democratic Party, of which I’m a reluctant member, is holding a leadership race to replace Jack Layton, who died of cancer in August 2011.
Here are my thoughts about the NDP in general. They are all still true.
Romeo Saganash is Cree, he’s a lawyer and MP, and he is a survivor of residential schools, the active colonial structure in which legal, spiritual, emotional and sexual violence was perpetuated on Aboriginal children and youth up until 1996, when the last residential school closed.
1996.
That’s 16 years ago. That’s not ancient history.
Disgusting and shameful.
Romeo Saganash is running for the leadership of the NDP. He was elected to Canadian Parliament in May 2011 for the riding of Abitibi–Baie James–Nunavik–Eeyou, in Northern Quebec.
Dear Renata,
I don’t know anything about you, but I do know some things about abusers, the cycle of abuse, and feeling trapped in a life with an abuser.
After the “This Hour Has 22 Minutes” debacle on Monday October 24, those of us who are against your husband’s draconian right-wing policies had a good laugh for a few days. Once again, your husband made a public fool of himself, proving to us once again that he isn’t fit to run for dog-catcher, never mind be the mayor of the largest city in Canada.
But I remember.
