Caty Salas
Oakland, CA
Being a guessing game gets old. PC-ness has cut down on questions like “What are you?”, “What color are you?”, and “Is that really your hair?”, all of which used to sincerely baffle me when I was a kid. Now they just ask me where I’m from. Endlessly. I am from here. From Oakland. Maybe I’ll tell you my father is Peruvian. Maybe I won’t. But may I ask, why do you ask?