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Apr. 26th, 2005 10:05 pmI finished yet another scarf this afternoon. This one was the famed Lazarus scarf--well, famed in select programming circles. It's a long story. Let's just say that attempts to sell this scarf would perhaps be met with indignation from the copyright lawyers at Lazarus (Macy's) since the pattern was written furtively on an envelope by one of the more enterprising of our guild (our knitting leader.) It has a cable running down the middle and is done in bulky cream yarn. I need to sew away my ends, and possibly give it a fringe, and then I'll take pictures. I love reading knitting blogs and looking at the pretty pictures but I am really lazy about photographing my own projects. I have now finished three scarfs, by the way. I think I will refrain from starting another one. I started working on this just before I got sick in March, and actually, the thought of knitting began making me queasy, and those feelings transferred onto the scarf. So, I haven't really been enjoying the time I spent on it, even though the pattern is lovely and it was rather pleasant to work. I think I just gave myself a complex. Anyway, now that it's done, I have a billion other projects that I want to start.. some knitted, some tatted, some other. I'm not feeling all that crafty lately, though. I guess it comes and goes, for me anyway.
My husband just informed me that he's beginning to feel fraudulent when he speaks of his wife at work. They will ask what my name is--it's bound to be that they ask because he wouldn't volunteer this information on his own, as he never calls me by my name--and he'll say "Kisha". And they will get this look on their face and say, "Oh, Kisha! That's interesting!" Because, you know, my husband, he's very.. well. White. And my name, it is very, well. Not. So the person on the other end of this conversation is there, clearly looking at M and thinking "hmm, so he's in an interracial relationship! Interesting!" And really, it doesn't matter to either of us if they think that, but I can see where it would feel a trifle awkward. I mean, you can't just come out and say, "Oh, no, no, she's white, though." Because then you are openly acknowledging that there is an issue of confusion and assumption and stereotyping, or worse yet, implying that you think there's something wrong with that, and it would just make the whole thing even more awkward. I've thought about that a hundred times, actually--it strikes me as very odd that some people have such a problem with interracial marriages, but none of them who claim so in a discussion with me have ever thought there was anything at all wrong with an American marrying a Swede... even though they might also claim that the only problem they see is one of cultural differences. People are weird sometimes.
Did you know that there was a study done regarding names and job searching? They sent out a bunch of resumes with equal qualifications to certain different companies. I think they separated it into gender, and then into perceived race. Statistically, male respondents were called to an interview more often than females. No big surprise there, right? But also, names that are considered mainly non-white (ie, Keisha, Nakeisha, Lakeeshia--all of which happen to work in the same building as M, which might explain where the assumptions come from) were called less frequently than generic, white names, especially when it came to females. I don't remember, but I think that non-white male names were called to interviews more often than white females, too, but I'm not sure I have that totally right so don't quote me on it. I had to laugh when I read that because, really, I am just screwed no matter what--I even have a foreign last name that no one has any idea how to pronounce.
But M has decided that he will solve his problem by referring to my as Lynnsie. He does actually call me that sometimes, which I think is unbearably cute. Although I guess it wouldn't quite be answering the question truthfully.
I have to go to the allergist tomorrow. From what I understand, there will be an allergy test done. I am a little apprehensive about this, but not terribly worried. Mainly, I just don't want to go. Maybe if I whine about it, it will go away...
My husband just informed me that he's beginning to feel fraudulent when he speaks of his wife at work. They will ask what my name is--it's bound to be that they ask because he wouldn't volunteer this information on his own, as he never calls me by my name--and he'll say "Kisha". And they will get this look on their face and say, "Oh, Kisha! That's interesting!" Because, you know, my husband, he's very.. well. White. And my name, it is very, well. Not. So the person on the other end of this conversation is there, clearly looking at M and thinking "hmm, so he's in an interracial relationship! Interesting!" And really, it doesn't matter to either of us if they think that, but I can see where it would feel a trifle awkward. I mean, you can't just come out and say, "Oh, no, no, she's white, though." Because then you are openly acknowledging that there is an issue of confusion and assumption and stereotyping, or worse yet, implying that you think there's something wrong with that, and it would just make the whole thing even more awkward. I've thought about that a hundred times, actually--it strikes me as very odd that some people have such a problem with interracial marriages, but none of them who claim so in a discussion with me have ever thought there was anything at all wrong with an American marrying a Swede... even though they might also claim that the only problem they see is one of cultural differences. People are weird sometimes.
Did you know that there was a study done regarding names and job searching? They sent out a bunch of resumes with equal qualifications to certain different companies. I think they separated it into gender, and then into perceived race. Statistically, male respondents were called to an interview more often than females. No big surprise there, right? But also, names that are considered mainly non-white (ie, Keisha, Nakeisha, Lakeeshia--all of which happen to work in the same building as M, which might explain where the assumptions come from) were called less frequently than generic, white names, especially when it came to females. I don't remember, but I think that non-white male names were called to interviews more often than white females, too, but I'm not sure I have that totally right so don't quote me on it. I had to laugh when I read that because, really, I am just screwed no matter what--I even have a foreign last name that no one has any idea how to pronounce.
But M has decided that he will solve his problem by referring to my as Lynnsie. He does actually call me that sometimes, which I think is unbearably cute. Although I guess it wouldn't quite be answering the question truthfully.
I have to go to the allergist tomorrow. From what I understand, there will be an allergy test done. I am a little apprehensive about this, but not terribly worried. Mainly, I just don't want to go. Maybe if I whine about it, it will go away...
