What makes the non-South Asian person’s use of the bindi problematic is the fact that a pop star like Selena Gomez wearing one is guaranteed to be better received than I would if I were to step out of the house rocking a dot on my forehead. On her, it’s a bold new look; on me, it’s a symbol of my failure to assimilate. On her, it’s unquestionably cool; on me, it’s yet another marker of my Otherness, another thing that makes me different from other American girls. If the use of the bindi by mainstream pop stars made it easier for South Asian women to wear it, I’d be all for its proliferation — but it doesn’t. They lend the bindi an aura of cool that a desi woman simply can’t compete with, often with the privilege of automatic acceptance in a society when many non-white women must fight for it.
look if you unironically say ‘money can’t buy happiness’ then either you’ve never faced a real financial struggle or you’ve achieved enlightenment, because goddamn does financial security feel an awful lot like happiness when it’s something you’re not used to
every single time i go to work i always have a bitchy customer of the day and i had one today, actually i had a couple bitchy ladies today, but anyway she started fighting me about something dumb and by fighting i mean she stood there and yelled while i stood there and said no and she was like call the manager and i was like GLADLY bc i knew i was right but as soon as i picked up the phone to call one i knew i was gonna look like an idiot bc these managers will literally start licking customers’ asses one day thats how their customer service works even if it’s against “store policy” and bc anytime i call a manager to have them take my side, they make me look like an idiot every single time and let the customer do whatevr DESPITE THEM TELLING US WE’RE NOT ALLOWED TO DO THAT BUT I DIGRESS
anyway so i called and i ended up getting the STORE MANAGER and shes bitch #1 like she almost clawed my face off one time when i didnt say hi back to her and she basically told me to let the customer have it her way and i was so mad for looking a moron and i just had to quietly finish up with the lady.
and after her there was this girl and i guess her boyf who were standing there watching this drama unfold and she was super sweet and her accent told me she was from the middle of nowhere and i helped her get a $300 dress for $30 and then later she was like hey can i talk to you and i thought she was gonna complain about me but she was just like how old are you do you work here a lot how much do you get paid and she told me she works at frito lay and i was like wtf is that and apparently it’s that chips company and she was like i used to work retail too it’s complete shit that lady was a bitch and she took my number down to text me when theyre hiring bc it’s hard to get a job there and they pay really well and i really dont care about working there but the thought of her being so kind and caring and empathetic was really nice but i feel like i trusted too quick i feel weird giving out my number to randoms
i like that theres nice people like her in the world i always look forward to them every time something sucky happens