The Versatile Blogger Award & 7 Things About Yours Truly

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Because I’m noisy (or something), I adore this book tag and I’m so very thankful to LaRonda@FlyingPaperbacks for tagging me! Now I just hope that I won’t scare you (too-much) with the 7 about myself I’ll share today *hides*

The rules

  • If you are nominated, you’ve been awarded the Versatile Blogger Award
  • Thank the person who gave you this award
  • Include a link to their blog
  • Select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly
  • Nominate those 15 bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award
  • Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself

Seven things about me

I’m biracial but you’d never know (and that saddens me)

The truth is, I’ve always felt like an impostor when it comes to ethnicity, because even though my dad was kabyle, I’m so white passing, it’s not even funny : I’ve got red hair and green eyes, and the only thing that makes people question my origin is my last name. Even then, actually, you wouldn’t believe how far people can go to make sense of what they see : even though my name is a well-known kabyle name, people have been giving it nonsensical meanings since forever, because French people can’t wrap their head around a white kabyle, and we can’t have that, can we? Above everything, though, the reason why I refer to myself as white, especially in racial discourse, is simple : I’ve benefited from white privilege my whole life. My dad had complicated relationships with his family, too, which didn’t help. I’ve always felt that it wouldn’t be fair of me to talk over POC who experience racism regularly when the only micro-agressions I’ve ever lived are linked to my name, and my name only. At least that’s how I feel, and I’m only talking about me here. Far from me the wish to police anyone. Yet as it is, it makes me feel as if I was denying my dad’s heritage. I don’t know where I belong. Of course it saddens me. However, I just can’t ignore my privileges as someone who’s perceived as a white European. So I won’t.

I’ve always known that I was hyperactive, but I had to wait my 32 years old birthday to learn that I had ADHD (and that explains so much)

The sentence above says it all, really. My diagnostic is still recent and I have to adjust the perceptions of myself on so many things. The shame and the impostor syndrome are so rooted in me and have influenced so many parts of my life that I’m still struggling to see myself through different eyes. The relief, though, is everything.

I love reading stories to my 10 years old students…

… and I hate when people say that it’s useless given that they know how to read. Seriously, I could spend one hour explaining how irrelevant this remark is, it annoys me so much!

I don’t know how to whistle. Or how to snap my fingers, for that matter

You can’t even imagine HOW MANY TIMES people have been trying to teach me both things but I just… cannot do it, lol. I’ve accepted it as a permanent failure *shrugs*

All my green plants die

Every. fucking. Time. It’s like a curse, really, so never gift any plant to me, it’s for the best.

I hate insects with passion

Yes, even butterflies. THE LEGS, Y’ALL. The LEGS. *shivers* Also I’ve developed the unwise habit to imagine insects in human sizes and ha, nope.

I used to write novellas but I don’t know how to write in French anymore

Ugh. I’m in that weird place in which I don’t feel fluent enough in English to write in that language, yet lost my flow in French (my first language) as well. I keep meaning to come back to writing, but so far I’m unsuccessful. Sigh.

I nominate…

As usual, no hard feelings if you don’t have the time/already did this tag!

22 responses to “The Versatile Blogger Award & 7 Things About Yours Truly

  1. The only truth I know in the world is that I too am a painkiller. Don’t even give me a cactus which I’ve heard requires minimal attention. They all wither at my touch, and I’m not sure why I’m so powerful 😥…

    Would you rather insects be human-sized creatures or humans be insect-sized creatures? Suppose wisely.

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  2. I don’t know how to whistle either… I’m gonna use that for one of my facts. And I have the same problem writing in Spanish! Since I read so much in English it’s just easier to write like that too?

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  4. 💛✨Alienor, you are… such a blessing. Your first paragraph made me actually cry. First off, just know I see you, always, I see you. Second, I feel the same with my Filipino heritage. I grew up so heavily invested in my dad’s culture, but I benefit from the privilege of all of my mom’s recessive genes. I always feel like an impostor when I try to talk about home much Asian lit means to me. And even on my Heart Forger review… I posted a picture of me and my grandma (she loves the series, too) to GR, but chickened out about doing it on my own blog, because I never want people to think I’m not aware of my white privileged. Ahhhh! Such a tangled web. But I love this, I love learning more about you, and I just love you. Seriously, such a bright light in the book community, and in my life. ❤

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    • Awww your comments are always such rays of sunshine, Mel ♥ I’ve hesitated so much before writing it because as ridiculous as it sounds, I often feel as if I’m not “really” biracial in people’s heads – and that’s why I rarely challenge their assumptions.

      And I feel you, really. It’s so hard to navigate between our obvious white privilege and the need to recognize and to talk about who we are, you know? Ugh.

      Thank you so so much for this, really. It made my day. Love you ❤

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  5. YOU’RE SUCH A GOOD. i also cannot snap my fingers or whistle!! as a kid, i had really weak motor control, so I actually hold a pencil differently from everyone else [in a fist. i know.] and hold scissors and chopsticks different ways as well. I also still haven’t learned to snap. Go figure.

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  6. I’m terrified of grasshopper. I’m traumatised since a grasshopper thought it’d be smart to sit on my shoulder. I hadn’t seen her yet when I found myself face to face with her; she was so close that I could see my reflection in her tiny black eyes, then, out of the blue, she jumped. The wicked creature…

    I can’t write in French anymore. It always sounds terribly wrong now. 🙈

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  7. tysm for the nom oh goshhh u are the best. I agree, reading out loud to people is a beautiful art, it’s comforting and encourages discussion and I’ve always loved it ❤ it's just inherently beautiful, to read to someone, with voices and bonding ❤

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