About

Roses are red. Violet is …

Carefree. Relaxed. Easygoing. 

Not one of these words describes Violet Woodward Pu.

But if you would like to follow the adventures of a worrywart with an elephantine memory, you’ve come to the right place!

About Violet Woodward Pu

• I’m half-Chinese, half-Scots Irish.
• Growing up in Georgia, this was not a coveted combo. My dad is Chinese, giving me my fab two-letter last name.
• By “fab,” I mean that any way you approach it it’s a pejorative.

1. Incorrect pronunciation = Pewww (“Pewww? That stinks!” “Thanks, I know. My last name is a synonym for feces.”)
2. Spelling it out: Peee-Uuuu (see conversation above)
3. Correct pronunciation = POO.  (Oh, shit! Literally.)

• By the time I got to Yale — thanks in part to an essay about Kung Pao Southern fried chicken and pu-erh sweet tea — I got a clue and added in a courtesy “Woodward.” (My mom’s maiden name — we even have a family crest!) And jarringly for me, in college people LOVED that biracial business. I’m sorry to report that I jumped on the “Fetishize THIS” train and have yet to disembark. Now I tell people that I’m a “halfie” any chance I get. It sure beats having any of those Pu conversations.

• I’m a middle child. Two sisters. Unlimited neuroses!

• I met my boyfriend speed dating. 

• We can’t break up because then I won’t have any use for this.

 

 

 

 

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