When I was growing up, I really hated being different. Ethnic. Whatever you want to call it. The long last name that no one could pronounce. A first generation American with a family from a country no one had ever heard of. The funny thing is my dad actually added a letter H to our last name (making it even longer) so that people would be able to pronounce it.
Tash * Cough * Ski
Not so hard. Of course the accent can be on either of the three syllables, and when I say it really fast people are like – what?
As I got older, I learned to appreciate my individuality. It obviously helped that the world seemed to be heading in the same direction. Actresses like Renee Zellweger, for example, were using their real names and we learned to accept that. I loved signing my last name to…
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