Fun fact! Trans and nonbinary people who choose not to go on hormones, get surgery, etc. are still totally valid! Nonbinary people who choose not to present as “androgynous” are still totally valid! Binary trans people who choose not to present traditionally feminine or masculine based on their gender are still totally valid!
Stop policing everyone’s identity. It isn’t difficult.
Why is it that people are willing to spend $20 on a bowl of pasta with sauce that they might actually be able to replicate pretty faithfully at home, yet they balk at the notion of a white-table cloth Thai restaurant, or a tacos that cost more than $3 each? Even in a city as “cosmopolitan” as New York, restaurant openings like Tamarind Tribeca (Indian) and Lotus of Siam (Thai) always seem to elicit this knee-jerk reaction from some diners who have decided that certain countries produce food that belongs in the “cheap eats” category—and it’s not allowed out. (Side note: How often do magazine lists of “cheap eats” double as rundowns of outer-borough ethnic foods?)
Yelp, Chowhound, and other restaurant sites are littered with comments like, “$5 for dumplings?? I’ll go to Flushing, thanks!” or “When I was backpacking in India this dish cost like five cents, only an idiot would pay that much!” Yet you never see complaints about the prices at Western restaurants framed in these terms, because it’s ingrained in people’s heads that these foods are somehow “worth” more. If we’re talking foie gras or chateaubriand, fair enough. But be real: You know damn well that rigatoni sorrentino is no more expensive to produce than a plate of duck laab, so to decry a pricey version as a ripoff is disingenuous. This question of perceived value is becoming increasingly troublesome as more non-native (read: white) chefs take on “ethnic” cuisines, and suddenly it’s okay to charge $14 for shu mai because hey, the chef is ELEVATING the cuisine.
On the other hand when I mentioned anthropology he promptly named its place in the Dewey Decimal system. My brother comes home so tired he forgets what plates are, but he can tell you exactly where books about plates would be.
This is actually untrue, I pulled to the 900’s when I should have pulled to the 300’s, and I stewed about that for a while before realizing that archaeology is in the 900’s. In any case, the conversation turned into this:
Megan: Where could I find a book on cats? Me: 636 Megan: Where could I find a book on dogs? Me: 636 Megan: Where could I find a book on bunnies? Me: 636 Megan: Where could I find a happy book about bunnies that go to the moon?
I literally follow my brother around the house asking where random topics are in the library and he never fails. Not even on stuff like “butts.”