From: peasprout	Date: May 5th, 2008 01:29 am (UTC)		(Link)

How biracial must a couple be in order to be a biracial couple? I think my mommy and daddy were biracial. I'm quite sure that as of a little more than a month ago I am officially a member of a biracial couple. Finally I can prove I ain't racist.

As a matter of efficiency, one should replace the cumbersome term "star of rock" with "rock star."

	From: misplacemyheart	Date: May 5th, 2008 02:26 am (UTC)		(Link)

Actually it's funny you raise that question because I was kind of unsure about the terminology as I was typing it. I was like, "What exactly would qualify as a 'biracial couple'? Is that even the phrase I'm looking for?" What I meant was a couple where the people identify/appear as different races. Here, it's always a white person and a person of color. You are a card-carrying member of a biracial couple. Good job, sir.

Evaluating the term "star of rock" is an easier task. You have to take into account both efficiency and style. In this case, style won over efficiency. Everybody thinks they're a rock star. I have taken it one step further.

From: (Anonymous)	Date: May 6th, 2008 01:14 am (UTC)		(Link)

As another card-carrying member of a biracial couple, I've gotta say, there's nothing like being in one to make you count every other couple like you that you see. In my particular case, that means all the asian guy/white girl couples, which are INSANELY less common than white guy/asian girl couples. My roommate (also a tall blonde, although she is both taller and blonder than I am) is dating an asian guy too, and it's like being inducted into a secret club. Part of me is totally fascinated by my new counter-cultural status, and part of me is horrified at the fascinated part of myself. It should be way less of a big deal than it is, but strangely, even in this very liberal bubble of northern california, biracial couples sometimes feel like kind of a big deal. And then I worry that that makes me racist. Does that make me racist? Shit. (They are an especially big deal for Chinese mothers, it also appears. Ooooh boy, a whole new level of thing to worry about when contemplating meeting your boyfriend's mother. Apparently she greeted the news of my existence with the words "please don't tell me she's your new girlfriend!" Oh joy and rapture.)

In related news, you've now met my boyfriend and all of the facets of my life are colliding. Study abroad is a magical mystical thing!

Mary

	From: misplacemyheart	Date: May 6th, 2008 04:47 am (UTC)		(Link)

That's true, I have met him! And he is a standup guy. We had a good conversation last night. He was telling me how you were trying to convert him to accepting Walt Whitman, and we agreed that Walt Whitman was stupid and that your edited Whitman poem was better than the original. He is one of my favorite folks on the trip, and we talk about you all the time, and it's fun!

No good about the mom comment though. Good luck with that. Eesh.

From: (Anonymous)	Date: May 8th, 2008 06:40 am (UTC)		(Link)

Aw. It is so cute when people say nice things about each other. I love niceness.

Mary