Watching the film My Big Fat Greek Wedding when it came out in the theaters with my Lebanese best friend was the best free therapy I’ve ever received—no joke. We laughed and also cried tears of incredulity that a film could so perfectly capture our experience as first-generation Americans. My parents emigrated to America from Cairo, Egypt in the 1970s, when they were in their mid-twenties. I am not blonde and thin and, yes, all I wanted for lunch growing up were Lunchables or