The Interpersonal Battlefield
Navigating the Awkward, the Unexpected, the Downright Bizarre
CHILDHOOD TRAINING GROUND
MY KNACK FOR understanding the fine nuances of communication came not only from being on the job, but much earlier, growing up in America’s breadbasket. Small towns in Michigan, Ohio, and later Connecticut, where I was often one of just a handful of Asian kids, meant I was hyperaware of every stare from WGs (white girls) because of my dorky self-administered bowl-cut hairstyle and Goodwill overalls. If that weren’t enough, try bringing shredded pork floss and milky white steam buns to school instead of the super-cool Lunchables ...