“It’s a funny thing… I love my mother-in-law, she’s really great. She’s smart and sweet, stylish, very cool person. I’ve never asked, but despite her coming from a traditional Italian family, I’m pretty sure she’s Canadian.
“And there seems to be no difference between the two of us until it comes to a point of reference as to how white or Canadian I actually am. Like I went home for a weekend to visit, and beforehand, she picked up a few things from the grocer, including bread.
“I swear, I was just waiting to hear something like, ‘Bobby, I picked you up some sliced bread. Did you know they sliced bread now? Like, pre- the bread is already sliced for you, Bobby, you can buy it that way. There was a lot of it, so I got you some. Sliced.'”