aspiring writer. sleepy college senior. pretentious yet middlebrow. multi-interest.
“I have been struggling to think of what to say, so I stopped thinking. I was convinced I didn’t know who I wanted to be. Then I realized, the answer was all around me…”
surprising i know
There are entire communities and social groups and experiences, stories, memories, etc in “white” countries without any white people too.
I long time ago I wrote a high school drama type of serial story about a social group that was mostly East Asian characters and one white character. I based it on my own HS experiences and people I knew. A lot of people liked it. But I showed it to a white friend of mine online, and she said she didn’t like it. I asked why, and she said it was “unrealistic” and racist. I asked why it was racist, and she said because most of the characters were Asian, there was only one white character and he was a side character, and she couldn’t associate with any of the mains because they weren’t white. My response was “turn on the television, welcome to my life.”
She said that was different though. That’s “realistic” and everybody can understand those characters. Even though my story wasn’t really any different except it was Asian people having teen drama, it was “unrealistic” because we all know social groups of Asian people don’t exist, and it’s racist because when you have mostly non-white people in a story, then it’s weird and strange, and white people are the “every person” who everybody can associate with, but non-white people are niche.
She woke up like she did every day: slowly pulling her motorcycle helmet off, then shaking her head slowly back and forth to reveal a long, blonde ponytail. Everyone gasped. “That’s right,” she said, kicking the winning football goal before sliding into a sheer, sexy camisole under a blazer and playing as hard as she worked, “I’ve been a girl this whole time.” One of the guys, the real sexy one, shook his head in slow motion, as if to say “wh-wh-wh-whaaat?” You know the kind. His mouth was kind of open while he did it. He was totally blown away.
She walked off the field, and she knew everyone was looking at her butt, and she totally loved it. “Sorry, boys,” she called out over her super-sexy shoulder. She always called men boys, because she knew what gender was. Now she was carrying a briefcase and wearing a pencil skirt and sex glasses. She was at law.
“Your Honor,” she said, and the Honor paid attention, “I’d like to win this case,” and she totally did, she totally beat that busted-looking male lawyer who had the mushy face and wore suits that didn’t fit. She gave a little fist-pump, because even though she’s tough, she’s still relatable. “Girl power,” she said, high-fiving her curly-haired friend, who had just appeared behind her.
“Girl, you need a drink,” her curly-haired friend said, “and I need a man.” She laughed because her curly-haired friend didn’t really get it yet, but she was getting there…
A Day in the Life of an Empowered Female Character by Mallory Ortberg
so good so good read read read