Being the Whity

I have gained a new understanding of what it feels like to be the one who stands out. I would have to say that I understood it a little...mohawk and all but it is sometimes unsettling here.

I was talking with my Mom about this issue and she commented that it was probably because of my hair color and my height. I have pointed out that it was probably more to the fact that I am white.

Everywhere I go people look at me and watch me. If Rebecca and I go out with the kids it is even worse because everyone is looking at the blonde, blue eyed kids. Usually it is not a problem but it does sometimes attract unwanted attention. After 6pm I definitely do not go out alone.

In places that I frequent it is not really an issue anymore because they know me, they know that I am living there and not just a tourist. I frequently will see white people at the grocery store, Cargills. Sometimes they are really surprised to see another white person. I always say hi.

I am getting more and more used to it. I am wearing a sari today so when I go to town later I'll see if I attract more attention or less...it will be my experiment. I'll let you know how it goes.