First the Woman Warrionr, then the Garcia book and now When the Spirit Catches You . . . look, if you want to read my books, you could just ask, instead of breaking in and stealing them off the shelf.
That said, I am all for a Hmoob t-shirt, provided the proceeds go to the Hmong people, or at the very least, a heartfelt “Thank You”.
guffaw.
i actually guffawed reading the first half of this post. happy now? who the hell guffaws since ed mcmahon left town?
and hey, now you’ve learned to appreciate the /hmon/ culture, you can admit it: /hmoob/ still is fun to say.
i think i bank like a hmoob, but not necessarily in hmoob, per se.
While paying for parking at the airport tonight, I saw the nameplate of the associate in the booth taking my money: A. Mboob.
I thought of you and giggled to myself. She was not as amused.
i don’t know what i would do if confronted with ms. a. mboob, but it’s probably nothing that would win me culturally-sensitive awards. the poor thing.
off the subject, sort of, i knew a girl in college who wrote for the college newspaper. lovely girl, first generation of her family to be college-educated, very very proud to have bylines. and she wrote her whole name, middle initial and all, as we byline-hungry kids all did. only hers was d. and her last name was ho. so every byline read “sophia d. ho.” i wonder where she ended up ...