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One of the most popular first questions to ask a person is the place where they come from. It’s often done for the sake of small talk rather than some sinister categorisation, but my friend Arthur disagrees to the extent that he boycotts the question. He suspects the enquirer is less interested in the answer and more eager to slot you into a prewritten story. The following sketch, co-written with him, explores the rationale.

JORDAN

So, Alex, right? Nice to meet you.

ALEX

Likewise!

JORDAN

(pause, awkward smile)

So... where are you from?

ALEX

Oh, wow. Already?

JORDAN

What?

ALEX

We just met. You're jumping straight to intimacy?

JORDAN

Intimacy? It's just a normal, simple question—

ALEX

Simple? That’s like asking my preferred sexual position thirty seconds in. At least buy me dinner first.

JORDAN

(laughing nervously)

I ask that to everyone! Is "where are you from" considered intimate?

ALEX

Absolutely. It implies identity, belonging, secrets of my past. I barely know your name and you're asking me to expose the deepest corners of my childhood memories?

JORDAN

Childhood? I was expecting something like "Bolivia."

ALEX

Ah! So you're a "locationist," huh? Assuming everyone’s life neatly fits into a single dot on a map. Some people have complicated relationships with multiple places! Some of us don't fit into your binary "from here/from there" worldview! What if I've lived in seven different countries? What if I was born somewhere I never actually lived? What if I reject the entire concept of national identity as an arbitrary colonial construct? You want to know what flag is printed on my underwear, front side? Rabid nationalism! Is that your game?!

JORDAN

Rabid... No! It's just small talk!

ALEX

Oh, "small talk." Mechanically categorizing people based on geography. You want to size me up, stereotype me?

JORDAN

I mean, no—I wouldn't do that...

ALEX

Sure you would. Admit it! Say I told you I'm from Paris. Suddenly I'm sophisticated, romantic. Or if I said Texas?

JORDAN

Probably, um... you like barbecue?

ALEX

And shooting people like you yee-ha. See? You're profiling my diet already! Geography-based culinary prejudice.

JORDAN

But seriously, I just wanted to connect!

ALEX

Connect by cataloguing? Why not ask what makes me laugh, or cry, or my thoughts on penguins?

JORDAN

Alright, fine. Penguins?

ALEX

I think they're pretentious. Always overdressed.

(pause, reflectively)

JORDAN

Yes they are! So, wait, you are...

ALEX

Don't.

JORDAN

But...

ALEX

No.

JORDAN

Then how do I get to know you?

ALEX

Try something more authentic. Like, "What's your favorite existential dread?"

JORDAN

OK that wouldn't offend your hippy ass. You would find that more respectful?

ALEX

Yes, more so than geography. And nobody ever stereotypes existential dread.

JORDAN

Fair enough. So, favorite existential dread?

ALEX

Being asked "Where are you from" thirty seconds into conversations.

JORDAN

Ah. Sorry.

ALEX

It's all good. So, existentially speaking, where are you really from?

JORDAN

Bolivia.