[Kelly-Day]

In the course of doing my genealogy, I’ve found that I have ancestors of nine nationalities- English, German, Scottish, Cherokee, Irish, French, Welsh, Dutch, and Powhatan. I’m proud of that, but I still feel terribly *cheesy* when I try to learn about or celebrate any of these nationalities, as if they weren’t even mine. Like I’m a wanna-be playing the ethnicity card. Like I’m a plain-old WASP [which may not be ‘ethnic’ in the UK and in England’s former colonies, but anywhere else in the world it would be considered exotic] shuffling for ‘specialness’ in an increasingly culturally-aware world. I realize that it’s absurd. Why, then, the hang-ups? Is it white guilt? A conservative reaction to multiculturalism? Does anyone else ever feel the same way?

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Name : Kelly-Day, Gender : F, Race : White/Caucasian, City : Columbus, State : OH, Country : United States, 

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