At a recent dinner held at the NEHGS on Newbury Street in Boston, the woman sitting at table to the right of Marash Girl looked at Marash Girl's name tag and asked, "Are you really Armenian?" "Yes," answered Marash Girl, "But why do you ask?" "You're so light!" answered Marash Girl's new acquaintance. Marash Girl just laughed and said, "Armenians come in all colors!"
Retelling this story to a neighbor, Marash Girl received the following reply: "Well, your face is very pale for an Armenian!"
What could Marash Girl say to that?