Lord Herbert wrote on Dec 27
th, 2015 at 7:50am:
Lisa Jones wrote on Dec 27
th, 2015 at 7:04am:
I'm foreign looking.
I was born like that. I had no choice in the matter.
While I'm still caught up in the Christmas Spirit I'm going to forgive you for having the goddamned hide to parade around in public with a foreign-looking appearance that doesn't conform to the Anglo-Saxon ideal.
(Plastic surgery is a booming industry that you might think of accessing to correct your xenophile appearance).
Where I WON'T forgive you is when media photographers take snaps in public places in Australia's largest city and all one can see are
foreign faces with not even a token Anglo-Saxon to be seen anywhere.

I used to be 'foreign-looking' after a weekend's hard drinking - but thank god I gave up the booze many years ago and have since returned to my default appearance of Aryan perfection.

But seriously.....when I was 9 months pregnant and walking around with my 11 month old little baby girl in my arms....I was once approached by a bunch of Muslim women in a shopping centre who began chatting to me both in Arabic and in English. They were being nice to me and my baby because she had fair hair and I projected the archetypal Middle Eastern Muslim woman....chronically pregnant and wearing a large oversized dress down to my ankles (those maternity summer dresses you get at Target each year).
Anyway, they were all doting on my baby's lovely fair hair, her hazel eyes.....and were telling me how good it was that I was having another baby so soon.
And then it happened.
One of the women noticed that I had a faint Aussie accent and that I had not spoken any Arabic at all.
That woman asked/shouted at me the following words :
You not Muslim?
NB. She did not ask me if I was Middle Eastern/Arabic.
I answered :
No, I am Greek and Italian but I was born and grew up here in Australia.
NB I brought the discussion back to nationality.
She and her friends were horrified and disgusted at my response. They stopped doting on my little girl and took a few steps back.
I smiled.
Their response? They hurried away.
Sooooo....btwn the Muslims and Herberts of today, women like me have no hope.
We can't help looking foreign....and umm Herb, plastic surgery only (temporarily) disguises who you really are.
I am foreign looking...that's who I really am.
My husband prefers to call me exotic looking. And he finds that a real turn on lol.