This is a small approximate transcript of a conversation involving racism-by-ignorance which culminated in my only and (thankfully) brief nickname.
When I was travelling, I met this Aussie girl who was excited to hear I was from Canada, because, as she said, we had "real Indians".
"What do you mean, 'real' Indians?" I asked.
"You know. Red Indians."
I raised my eyebrows and cautioned her, "You... really can't say that. That's not a thing that's okay."
"What?" she said, innocently. "What do you call them?"
"Aboriginals, I guess," I said.
"No, we have aboriginals," she argued.
"Then, Native Americans."
"That's boring. I'm going to call them Red Indians. And you can be White Indian."
"*facepalm*"
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my law school friends call me mish or mishy
mishy? That's awesome. That makes me think of... squishy.