I've been called an "oreo" frequently in my life-- black on the outside, white on the inside-- which I've always found annoying because I'm not trying to "be white" just because I value classical music or literature or such.
In Nashville, this woman accused me of acting like I was white because I speak grammatically-correct English.
I found it even more annoying coming from her, what with that weave of straight, honey blonde hair on her head.
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