So because I enjoy poisoning my mind, I was browsing around on Gawker. Instead of doing the ninety million things I am supposed to be doing. Hey, welcome to my life.
There is one post titled “Gift-Giving Horror Stories” and it includes some doozies:
The first Christmas my boyfriend (now husband) were together, his mom got me the following:
1. a book called “Snow Flower and the Secret Fan” (complete with a picture of a geisha on the front),
2. Memoirs of a Geisha
3. Chopstick Set
yup, i’m asian. I know. they are very very very white.
My bf’s parents gave me:
1. a wok. (first year)
2. a 20 pound bag of rice. (the next year)
3. one of those huge multi-gallon jugs of soy sauce. (the third year)
I’m Asian. He’s Caucasian. My bf didn’t understand why I was so upset.
Nobody has yet given me Memoirs of a Geisha, although quite a few people have recommended it to me. I had to leave the library yesterday for that very reason. I have had Lisa See recommendations from white adoptive parents. I hate Lisa See. They never want to be my best friend after I tell them that.
I would actually enjoy the 20 pound sack of rice and the big soy sauce. Got chopsticks, threw the wok out when I moved. I gave somebody a 15 pound sack of rice this year. Also I often give my mom one.
Once somebody gave me a set of handmade Chinese brushes. Like art brushes, yo. This year I received two sushi sets from a colleague, purchased at some ritzy department store. Hope the thrift store enjoys them.
What [insert ethnicity here] gifts have you gotten?