Life as a Non-Blonde Foreigner

I won’t lament the fact that people don’t believe I’m Canadian or that I feel the need to explain that despite my “Eurasian” heritage I’m a third-generation Canadian (or did I just?), but I have noticed a marked difference between how I’m treated vs the waspier looking foreigners. If I’m with the “blondes” in a restaurant or bar, we get asked to have our picture … Continue reading Life as a Non-Blonde Foreigner