Guy next to me on plane:So, where are you from?
Guy:No, like, where are you FROM?
Me:Um, I was born in New York...
Guy:But, what about... (He pulls the corners of his eyes back in an effort to look Asian.)
Smile! Smile! Come on you’re too pretty for me to see you not smiling!
— An older man who is yelling (rude and forcefully) at me, in my face, randomly on the street. My grandmother had just passed away, and I was in no shape or form in a ‘smiling mood’ but was forced to do so because I felt so weak and he wouldn’t leave me alone until I did so. I’m not here to please you aesthetically, I am allowed to walk around with a straight face, or even a frown. And I don’t take it as a ‘compliment.’ Made me feel awkward, upset, scared and uncomfortable. (via microaggressions