write about a time when someone of a different racial group or ethnicity demonstrated curiosity about inherent feature of your body.  Or please consider any type of demographic/appearance-based differences.  This post should be at least two paragraphs long and you should respond to one of your peer’s post. 

Essentially, you are being asked to tell a story.  Start at the beginning:  What time of year was it?  Where were you?  What were you doing? How were you approached?  Recreate the dialogue.  Add as many details as you can.  See my account below:

My husband is Pennsylvania Dutch.  He was born and raised in Lebanon, PA.  He’s also very religious.  About once a month I go with him to his church in PA.  I’m Catholic and our services are 45 minutes in length, if it is not football season. During football season, mass is even less than that.  My husband’s church services are about two hours long, so I can’t do more than one monthly visit.  I’m not hardwired for long services.  One Sunday morning in May, I went with him for some kind of special service honoring his father who helped to found the church.  It was also communion Sunday (first Sunday of the month), so I knew I would be in for a long sit.  It was also quite warm in the church.  His sister Helen and her husband, along with other relatives, were also in attendance that Sunday. They usually attend her husband’s church.  Rather than sit with her husband, she sat next to me, so I was sandwiched between her and my husband. I had previously been at the end of the pew, but she came and wedged herself in.  Early in the service she puts her arm across the back of the pew, slightly touching my back.  

     The next thing I know, she starts to stroke my hair.  When my kids were younger, that was permissible.  Children are like that.  They will touch your hair, your glasses, your earrings–whatever they can reach.  But here I was in this long church service, surrounded by white people, with a white woman stroking my hair.  After about 15 minutes, it occurred to me that she wasn’t going to tire of the activity.  The longer she did it, the more agitated I became.  Ordinarily I like Helen.  She is very kind and a little ditzy.  My husband was oblivious to the activity, so I figured he wasn’t going to be of help to me.  He learned early not to touch my hair.  She stroked away as she focused on the choir singing.  The next think I know, I am forcing myself to cough.   I would rather have sneezed, but that wasn’t forthcoming.  She removes her arm from the pew and searches for a peppermint in her purse.  I then take the opportunity to excuse myself and go downstairs where I remained until the end of the service.