When I was growing up in the 60's, you could count the number of Asian families in my town on one hand. Consequently, I was subject to a fair amount of stereotyping. No, my parents did not run a laundry. Neither did they own a Chinese restaurant. We did not use chopsticks every night, hardly at all actually. I did not know how to do kung-fu, karate, judo, or any type of martial arts, although the kids still thought I could, which probably kept some bullying at bay. I still get comments occasionally from strangers who are amazed that I don't speak with an accent. I civilly set the record straight, but sometimes snark hovers on the tip of my tongue, usually a sarcastic remark that English was taught and spoken even in a strange and foreign place like New Jersey. This is probably why I hate being pigeonholed. I even take perverse delight in trouncing preconceived notions about me based on ethnicity, gender, etc. "You think you have me pegged? Well what about this ….? Bwaha...