Ninety-five percent of women's experiences are about being a victim. Or about being an underdog, or having to survive. . . women didn't go to Vietnam and blow things up. They are not Rambo.
In a subway car, my skin would typically fall in the middle of the color spectrum. On street corners, tourists would ask me for directions. I was, in four and a half years, never an American; I was immediately a New Yorker.