But being in an interracial relationship has made me increasingly aware of the subtle (and often unintentional) comments thrown at me by people who end up forcing me back into neat and racially labeled boxes. Growing up in Toronto, one of the most culturally diverse cities in the world, I rarely experienced outright racism from other people. My current relationship began four years ago, but until that moment in the cottage, I'd never been more aware of the fact that it is also an interracial relationship. Looking back, there is still a part of me that feels my lack of reaction actually perpetuated a stereotype about Asian women that I've tried to separate myself from-that we're submissive, passive, and eager to please. My decision to not react at the time was not only based on the fact that no one else did I didn't want to risk being seen as 'overly sensitive' in front of my boyfriend and his family, all of whom were uncomfortably trying to change the subject. But what was more subtle was the reminder that I was the 'token Asian,' the one unlike the others, in a group of white people. A timely 'joke' that categorically placed me, an Asian woman, under a racially driven stereotype that is often recycled again and again in cringe-worthy films such as Balls of Fury.