She's fabulous, but she's evil.
I'm kinda scared of brownies. Okay, scared is a strong word. Plus I'm married to a South Asian, does that give me street cred? Maybe not since he is admittedly white washed -- I have to coerce him to eat anything Indian (he wrinkles his nose, and not in a "my interest has been peeked" sorta way, if I've been making my mean curry), but I digress. I have a bias against my peeps. I automatically think I probably won't like the brownie(s) or they won't like me. The first thoughts that cross my mind are -- conservative, clickish & catty chicks..... Yeah, I think of myself as a married but dislike married people type of bad ass who isn't catty (of course) but more of a scamp;) I'm a bit tweaked.
Where is this fear coming from? I've never been part of a desi crew. None of my homies (ride or die friends) are desi. Hell, I only have one desi girl's number in my cell phone (girl you know who you are). Plus the desi chick clique wasn't into me in college -- maybe I was too much of a ho. Anyhoo, fearful of the brownie (more so the brown chick -- desi chick clique gone a la Mean Girls) is where I'm at. Anyone else a wee bit intimidated yet secretly want to be invited to the party?
I know, I need to get over it. Fo shizzle.
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