The Scarf Culturalist

The Scarf Culturalist. In vain have I tried to make sense of the paradoxes that surround me.  A courteous smile with a tint of dislike, a genial greeting with a sense of resentment, and a friendly look with a hint of anxiety. I am puzzled by this paradox, but I am more puzzled by the fact that I am its instigator. Is it my head covering, or my code switching? I definitely don’t have an accent and this hesitation is incomprehensible. One day I was walking my dog and a…