"When I entered my first year of college in Iowa, a strange pattern began to emerge as I got to know my classmates. 'Oh, you’re Vietnamese?' they’d ask. 'I love pho!' What can one say in response? 'Oh, you’re white? I love tuna salad!' It sounds ridiculous, mostly because no one cares if a second-generation immigrant likes American food. Rather, the burden of fluency with American culture puts a unique pressure on the immigrant kid."