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I’m only 50% Filipino, anyway, so I guess this question would be better suited for my father and mother who decided this mash up was a good idea in the first place. But the middle ground was always our lives in America. Choi Amy is co-founder and editorial director of The Mash-Up Americans.
[ Interestingly enough, people feel very passionately about us having babies now! People see a brown guy and a beautiful white blonde girl and they just want us to have babies. She specializes in getting people to tell stories they never expected to share.
 Second, grammar: Somehow, through the grace of god, I was able to figure out how to speak English. But the greatest thing Rebecca has taught me is how absolutely incredible the banjo is. Woody has had a tremendous impact on my life and he’s one of my favorite things about this country.
To this day, I’m still learning how certain words are actually spelled, pronounced and strewn together. Obviously, Rebecca’s family is absolutely different than my family, especially the dichotomy of my parents’ cultures.
She says she can’t understand why anyone would ever be mean to me. First, language: One of the best things about growing up in a home where both of your parents are from different parts of the world is the clash of idioms and phrases and the lack of awareness or understanding of American idioms and phrases.
My mother always called ladybugs “ladybirds” and I had no idea I was wrong until repeating this at school. She also introduced me to all things folk, including Woody Guthrie, who is from her hometown of Okemah, Okla.
One person told me she was “tired” of seeing black and brown people dating white people.
And I’m not alone: several black and Asian friends tell me they’ve reached a point that they feel awkward introducing their white partners.
Should someone’s dedication to fighting oppression be defined by the race of their partner?
I felt this most acutely in communities I’ve developed as a feminist.
I can almost see the disappointment radiating off people who find out that my partner is white.
 Another thing we discussed was that our kids might not look like Rebecca. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard her say no to her parents, and she is constantly striving for their approval. Up until that moment, I didn’t know that was a thing, and found it so ridiculous. We’d almost forgotten about it until we were visiting over the holidays and it happened at dinner. I’m sure that played a big part in how I was raised — it wasn’t a completely Danish household or a totally Filipino environment, but it was always an American home.
When I was growing up people sometimes asked my blue-eyed, blonde mother if I was adopted. I think I’m at a place where I can say, “No, that doesn’t work for me,” to my parents and be confident in it, but it makes her very nervous. I had no idea there was supposed guilt associated with not having little Filipino mini-mes. The funniest thing we noticed while living in Oklahoma was that, almost always, when we had a meal together at a restaurant the server would ask if wanted separate checks. We ate food from both their countries, and there was a time in my life, before they separated, when I spoke both their languages.
Specifically, I shared with her the expectations of the Filipino family, which are very difficult for me to understand because I wasn’t fully raised within that family structure. To put it very simply: Filipino children are basically supposed to be at their parents’ beck and call. I had to let her know that this is a thing that exists in the world, and that I don’t necessarily abide by it, so there will be guilt.