ever since I dyed my hair brown 2 years ago, people have questioned my ethnicity. I've been confused with indian, puerto rican, and italian.
since then...i've layed off the tanning a bit.
my favorite experiences with this were both when we lived in the north end (a highly italian community). one little old man pinched my cheeks and told me that indeed, i was italian, at least from the nose up. another little old lady that was missing all her teeth and talked like a parrot, got very frustrated when she told me i looked spanish and i told her i was from utah. "UTAR? whats utar? no. i mean, what language are you?!"
just for the record, I'm white. but coming from the land of utah could very much mean I'm a foreigner... at least to people on the east coast who don't even know utah is a state.