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But she wasn't going to let that stop her from being with her soulmate.
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My husband is from South India and I am Canadian. We are the living, walking, breathing epitome of cultural differences -- he is Hindu, I am Catholic; he is a strict vegetarian, I am not; he comes from a huge traditional Iyengar family, I come from a very small Canadian family. We met and fell in love 10 years ago in college, and it still stands that he's the best thing that ever happened to me.
Fairytales aren't just reserved for the few, or the unique, or even the "lucky ones." Getting to meet the love of my life didn't happen in an abstract magical way. It happened, and it was certainly something attainable, even by a hardened skeptic like myself.
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We were university students focusing on our education and far from looking for a relationship. Everything was different about us -- culture, language, colour, behaviour, goals. From our first encounter he anticipated the likeliness of his parents preferring to find him a Tamil wife. But life is full of surprises.
Data analysts over at Facebook have been combing through our Facebook profiles to compile a report about love and religion. And their overriding conclusion is that few of us are involved in interfaith...
It's impossible for me to be invisible in Harlem. I'm not just me; I stand for something. "They even come up here now," a guy said to my face with disdain. I'm a they; some kind of collective face. I feel strangely protected in my conspicuousness, but that might be an illusion. But I'm not the only white woman in Harlem, of course.
The controversy over the new Cheerios ad is not about a fear of cross-racial contact in general, but the fear of a certain type of cross-racial contact -- that between black men and white women. To understand the specific nature of this particular racist outburst, we need to go back to slavery.