I exist somewhere between two races, two realities, and two histories. For my whole life I have been classified on government documents as an ‘other’. Growing up in Aotearoa, there has never been a neat and tidy tick box for me to belong to. My mother is New Zealand Pākehā and my father was African American. I am mixed race, neither here nor there. Ambiguous. Inbetween.

Despite the show displaying mad stereotypes and several healthy doses of second-hand embarrassment, I loved it.