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Today I am thinking of the fact that for my father, moving from our home country to the US was moving from a place where he was part of the dominant ethnic group to one where he was a second class white immigrant.

Whereas for my mother, it was going from a place where she was a brown Other (no matter how hard she tried to hide it) to one where she was... a second class white immigrant.

He moved down, she moved up, just by moving to a different continent.

And my mother made efforts to assimilate, a bit, file off the public bits of her heritage, changed her name and tried to drop her accent, and acknowledged that she would be staying here for the rest of her life... while my father grouchily refused any sort of Americanization.

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I am also thinking about how my grandma (cis white woman) and my mother (cis light brown woman) and I (trans and white-passing) have totally different experiences of misogyny.

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stardust_rifle and all the other grumpy queers following me: my native language has two words for the verb "to marry", which translate roughly as "to gain a wife" and "to go husband-acquiring".

And we have two words for the adjective "married": "in possession of a wife" and "in possession of a husband".

Teeeechnically we have a gender neutral "spouse" in addition to "husband" and "wife" but in practice when you make it singular you always make it male or female.

I can't even get married in a nongendered way.

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I went to a Nightwish concert once wearing a neon fuchsia shirt.

I was the only person in the audience not wearing either black or off-black.