I'm going to suggest that the makers of my face powder change the name to "Vampire White." Those of you who know me know that I am on the white side of white. If you've been reading my blog, you know that the neighborhood where I was teaching had a distinct lack of white people. Many of the kids had never interacted with white people except for the teachers at the school. This led to some interesting conversations.
This is another Halloween story. There was a girl, named "Mary," who was a tall African-American girl, beautiful, athletic, and smart. I had never had Mary in my class but she came to visit me most days.
Mary had beautiful dark brown skin and, on this particular Halloween, was dressed as a vampire. I was helping several kids with their makeup. Most of them wanted to be kitties so I was doing kitty noses and whiskers with my eyeliner. It was a cheap eyeliner and they had no Halloween costumes, so it was a worthwhile sacrifice.
I turned around and saw Mary with my powder compact. I had forgotten that I had it, because I rarely used it. She had covered her face with the powder. I asked her what she was doing and she said, "I'm a vampire." As this seemed to be a non sequitur, I asked her again what she was doing. She said, "I'm using your vampire make-up."
Mary thought that the make-up, which matched my skin color, was the color of the undead. She doesn't see many white people.
Three years ago: Halloween
Four years ago: Science with Mr. Smith