I'm Not White, I'm Italian

Honestly, I was wearing a bra before I realized that I was Caucasian. When you are raised first generation Italian-American you are taught that there is a difference between yourself and others. You are Italian and everyone else is not. Every time I sat down to take a standardized test I had to really think about which bubble to fill in on the race section of the scan tron. Ok, I'm not white, I'm not black, I'm not Hispanic...where the hell is the Italian bubble? And I have read and hear that other Italians have had a similar experience. So here is a couple reasons I was so oblivious for so long.

1. Italian kids move out of their house the day after their wedding.

2. Italian kids eat dinner in the afternoon and they talk and eat until late into the night.

3. Italian kids don't hire professionals to do things. They call a dad an uncle or a friend of a dad or an uncle do things.

4. Italian kids do not pack peanut butter and jelly on soggy white bread. Italian kids pack mortadella on crusty Italian bread.

5. Italian kids eat ravioli on Thanksgiving in addition to the pasta, stuffed peppers, fried cutlets, bragoli, rice balls and oh yea, the turkey and stuffing.

You get the point.