(This thing is super rough, I will probably be tweaking at it for the next couple of years until I feel it makes some kind of sense.)
Mash-up – the act of taking two relatively unrelated things and making one new and exciting thing.
When I was really little, I had a little white line down my chest (it might have been an imaginary line) – we used to joke that it was the dividing line between my American half and my Chinese half. The thing is, kids take that kind of conceptual thinking literally. I really felt that there were two separate halves of me stacked side by side, and that line was the demarcation point between the two.
As a youth, I desperately longed to know other people like me. I wasn’t quite Chinese, but not quite white, either.