It isn’t that I want my grandmother setting me up with random dudes. But out of principle, I once asked why she hasn’t tried to set me up. She waved it off, calling me one of those “independent types.” She then followed it up by admiring my face, going on about how I’m a perfect mix of my parents, and how rare it is that I’d have my mom’s hazel-gold eyes. Complimenting my “facial beauty” is typical when people try to compensate, falsely assuming I’m in need of
