Archive: November, 2011

I am playing a racing game. The game says “Gentlemen, start your engines.” I am a woman. It made me feel marginalized and annoyed.

I ran into a woman in the school cafeteria with a big poster board. She asked random people to write about a “strong black woman” they know. She proudly remarked that someone wrote, “They have a lot of sass.”

Link: U-Bahn Priority Seat Symbols

Vienna U-Bahn balances the gendering of their priority seat symbols.

Oh my god! Will you be my new gay best friend? We can go shopping for clothes!

A straight, female coworker to me upon learning that I, a male, had a boyfriend.  I said, “No” and walked away, confused. I don’t have any interest in shopping or clothing, much less being a “gay best friend.” It makes me angry that just by coming out, I can instantly be transformed into a romantic comedy stock character even when someone had seen me as a real person prior to knowing that I’m gay.

Are you guys ready to take instructions from a woman?

A female flight attendant to passengers seated in the exit row of an airplane. It made me feel angry and sad that this woman was re-inscribing misogynistic stereotypes.

I wish I could play a schizophrenic. I think it would be fun.

A classmate during our counseling class.   We had to take turns role playing the therapist and the client.  It made me feel like my mental illness was invisible.

During class, a professor asked me at what age I began my schooling in the U.S.  I am a Hispanic male, born, raised, and fully educated in the U.S.  I cleared my throat and stated that I completed all of my education it in the United States.  She continued to lecture. It made me feel ambivalent.

Don’t worry. She’ll change her style soon.

My mom to my brother about my boyish hair, after a photographer read me as male in front of them.  It made me feel like my identity is just a put-on, a joke, or a
fashion accessory.

Leave your master’s degree off your resume. I think your education and your ethnicity are making white people nervous. That’s why you are not getting a job.

Said by a white person to an unemployed friend of color.

But you’re so smart!

Said to me by several people on different occasions when I tell them I have ADD.  Some even tell me that I obviously don’t “really” have ADD because I get such good grades and am a hard worker.

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