People often ask me why I try so hard to escape my ethnicity. It’s an odd question to be because there are plenty of obvious reasons. I mean, come on! Think about it. It’s pretty clear. I mean, who would want to be… Why would anyone let themselves look like… I can’t believe people would be content… Really? With the choices out there, someone would actually… Who wants to be in the same group as… Seriously? People are okay with that… Anyhoo

I digress.

It’s not just that I want a better deal on my home or auto loan, a lessened chance of getting diabetes, and the ability to get my hair done without it feeling like I’m being punished. The truth is, one of the biggest reasons I work so hard at surprising people with just how Oreo I am is that in many other ways, I am beyond stereotypical.

• As a Los Angeleno, I will drive to something even if it’s only 3 blocks away.
• As someone who was raised Baptist, I’m always terrified I’m pregnant.
• As someone who drifted over to Episcopalianism, I kvetch way too much about whatever I give up for Lent.
• As an American, I’m pretty sure I can’t differentiate between Yemen and Bahrain on a map.
• As a Southern Californian, I’m freezing if it’s below 70-degrees.
• As a left leaner, I don’t get what’s so great about owning assault weapons or what’s so terrible about letting poor kids eat food.
• As someone who looked like this in high school, I found refuge in the theater.
• As a theater kid, I sing showtunes all the bloody time.
• As a writer, I’m perfectly content not speaking to anyone for a week or so straight.
• As a member of the tail end of Gen X, I fiercely fight for my right not to be lumped in with Gen Y. Nothing personal, most of my friends, but I was born in the 70s and that fact is important to me.
• As a woman, I always wish I were thinner and I freaking love yogurt. Seriously. I will Yogurt all the live long day.

The spoils of my war

• As a Texan, I can run a train on some brisket, I often say “y’all” and yes, I will clap my hands if someone sings “the stars at night…”
• As an only child, I really don’t understand team sports. I just don’t see why you need so many people at once. I can run with the ball or you can run with the ball, but we don’t all need to be here.

So, so predictable. Being an Oreo is the thing keeps me interesting.

What makes you interesting. Or boring? Let us know in the comments

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