People from another culture, who live in my house now, observe me all day long. They check out my every move, discuss it, and judge slowly and carefully. Every night, they conclude that my life is completely strange and all wrong: the way I use a fork to eat, how I wipe my mouth with a napkin after meals, why I own twenty pairs of shoes. My white skin is in fact pink, and why do I have to show my shoulders and my knees? I am Exhibit A: European woman who smiles too much and looks directly in one’s eye.