When I entered my first year of college in Iowa, a strange pattern began to emerge as I got to know my classmates. “Oh, you’re Vietnamese?” they’d ask. “I love pho!” And then the whispered question—“Am I saying that right?” I would hear this again and again from that point on. I’m Vietnamese? They love pho!
What can one say in response? “Oh, you’re white? I love tuna salad!”