…rcasm. Tom said he can’t hear where I’m actually from, though, and to his credit, he’s never asked. “One does not ask, if one has any class at all, where someone is from,” he joked, putting on a mock posh accent. This isn’t actually a rule that people often adhere to, but I have to say: It feels really damn classy when they do, because it signals to me that they care more about what I am saying than how I say it.
British sarcasm aside, I wish more people were this classy. And I’m also relieved to see I’m not the only one who feels a bit out of sorts every single time this question is asked, “Where are you from?”. 14 years and counting, and I’m still an outsider and always will be, but of course, I’m also not-white with plenty of other-culture implications, but still, this question is annoying as hell!