But of course, Orientalism never went away. Downtown Casper reminds me of some many downtowns thousands of miles away, nostalgic with antique signs and no suburban sprawl. And yet, even after I've spent my whole life in it's thrall, my body still can not reconcile how it can not bridge the gap between "American" and "Chinese," not when the only dolls I can find to reflect me are exotified, foreign bodies in the Great Melting pot.
