Just Like An Asian posted 4/25/2008 6:30:48 PM | 7 kudos what's this?     report abuse tagged: choos

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I got out of the shower, dried myself off and looked at my pale reflection in the bedroom mirror as I applied my Clinique moisturiser, before drowning it with some extra dark foundation and adding black brow pencil to accentuate my eyebrows.

Already I didn’t recognise myself.

I tied my hair back into a pony-tail before gluing on some false eyelashes and adding some thick black mascara.

I got my Salwaar Kameez from the wardrobe, put it all on and added all the ‘bits and bobs,’ the bracelets, necklace and earrings before putting on my long dark wig, to which I pinned on the large jewel to hang on the centre of my forehead.

I was a changed woman…just like an Asian.

As I walked down the street to my car, I saw Sam, only this time she didn’t recognise me and kept her face in focus straight through me, as if I didn’t exist. That was unusual for Sam, because she was always smiling at everybody, even strangers, though perhaps not Asian ones.

I got into my car and kept my head veil on for the journey. As I drove the seven miles into the city, I felt a difference in a lack of respect from other drivers: I had never noticed anyone treat me differently before, I have always felt equal to all drivers, only this time I felt as if I was not only being treated like a woman driver, but an Asian woman driver.

Standing still at the traffic lights, I felt that the person behind me was frustrated at me and had wanted me to go a little faster than was legally allowed. The lights changed and that driver overtook me at great speed, you could see and sense the anger and frustration.

I had never experienced anything like this before.

As I approached the City Centre, a taxi driver in a ‘no U Turn zone’ decided to do an illegal U Turn, without any indication whatsoever. I made him aware of my presence by flashing my headlights and putting on my brakes quickly, otherwise, we might all have been dead meat.

As my vehicle came to a stop, the taxi driver looked at me, but as he took a closer look, rather than drive off in haste because he had made a big mistake, he slowed to a stop! He looked at me with daggers, waved his fist, shouted obscenities and sped off.

I was absolutely astounded, again, a complete contrast to the way I am treated by Asians.

>>> My Life As An Asian <<<



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