Sheltered by my residency within academia all my adult life, I’ve encountered little to no racism—the couple of times I have recognized racism* it has been from, (a) waiter at a take away—FWIW—he belonged to a minority ethnic group too (b) awful strange encounter on a bus in England—where this bloke accused me of being “a typical Indian girl” like he was outing a Nazi--FWIW--he was super disgruntled before he even started talking me up.
Still and all, this article from the Indian Telegraph, which generalizes that Indian women command extensive “sexual capital” in playing the dating game in the
Anyway, it makes me want to remind myself right now that
(a) much as the cultural fundamentalists would like to coast over the facts, Indian women have, depending on proximity, bedded the Greeks, Romans, Mongols, Persians, Africans, British, Portugese, Dutch, French, Jews, plus plenty of other ethnicities over the centuries. So if bunches of them live in the US and are going out with Americans this is hardly remarkable.
(b) In a cosmopolitan world, the politics of race and/or ethnicity don’t figure much in choosing your friends-dates-mates-activity partners. Growing up in
* Sure, there have been many comments of the how-well-you-speak-English variety and much fussing over my mother’s beautiful sarees—but I’d slot those as compliment/lack of awareness or compliment/marginal fetishization. Full disclosure: I go ape over my mom’s sarees too :) . And before I forget—airport security has never disregarded my ethnic background; so if you’re flying with me, expect delays…
**Much as Hindu mythology gave me a great foundation in disability studies—I mean, if someone can have three legs and eight teeth and be in charge of the wealth of the gods (see Kubera link above, lazybones), someone with--say, one leg and a full set of teeth--surely must be off to a great start as a human?