My husband is actually Italian-American, and he thought I was Italian when he first met me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I love being Italian.
I see myself as part English and part American, with a dash of Irish thrown in, and a pinch of Italian from my mother's ancestry.
Italian was my first foreign language. I speak it better than English.
As an Italian-American, I have a special responsibility to be sensitive to ethnic stereotypes.
Yes, I'm half Italian. So my grandfather speaks heavy Italian... and I couldn't understand a word he said.
I was born and raised in New York, but my family on both sides is of Italian descent.
We were raised in an Italian-American household, although we didn't speak Italian in the house. We were very proud of being Italian, and had Italian music, ate Italian food.
The Italians always know that I'm not Italian.
The secret is that I am Italian.
I am a proud Italian American, raised by an Italian mother and Italian grandparents.