Every year for Halloween dress-up day, I put on my traditional Lebanese clothes and went to school as a “gypsy” in what was truly a strange mish-mash misrepresentation of multiple cultures. I played directly into the hands of right wing brown-phobic stereotypes. But my peers loooooved it. They asked me to grant wishes. So I would cross my arms and nod I Dream of Jeannie-style reveling in my annual day of othered popularity.
It turns out I can’t grant wishes by nodding no matter how high my ponytail. Who knew? It also turns out there is zero gypsy in my family tree. I apologize to gypsies everywhere for my appropriation of your culture and my confusing you with genies. I also apologize to genies everywhere. And Lebanese. And my peers because I misled you as much as you misled me.
If I could grant wishes, though, Christmas would be a great day to do it. I celebrate Christmas like every other secular consumerist by purchasing my children’s dreams and packaging that “something you want” under a tree.
If I had the power to grant you a wish, what would you wish for? Leave me a comment to tell me what you want and what wishes you made/are making come true. Christmas need not apply. Feel free to leave links.