Bobbyisms.

“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.'”

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  • About

    My name is Bobby.

    I write about random things a lot. I write a lot about random things.

    I write occasionally for Smashing Magazine and the London Community News online, and weekly for Interrobang, the student voice newspaper at Fanshawe College in London, Ontario.

    I've also been published by the Canadian University Press.
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