Today, I found out that Brit guy couldn't even say the words "racist" within earshot, because well, that's taboo. He's also slightly racist himself because, well, he thought racist jokes were embarrassing, but I think he secretly enjoyed listening to it...and if they're anything like Russell Peters, then I really don't care. He reminds me a little of Jazz Player. Slightly uneasy in his own skin, a little strange, quiet-seeming until you get to know him and all hell breaks loose.
I find it hilarious that people try and tiptoe round the race issue when it's literally in your face. My skin is yellow, my eyes are single-lidded and slant upwards, and I have dark hair...as opposed to the caucasians with your pinkish white skin with double eyelids and prominent nose bridges. And your point is that you're not supposed to notice all that?
Hmmm. I should introduce him to my other job. Where we sing songs that go "We're all....just a little bit racist" call people "White Trash" (and she embraces it because she coined the term) and make fun of each other's accents. HMMMMM. I mean, sure. Stef R was a little freaked out when we called the other Stef "Asian Stef" for a while...but hey. We at work believe in making race jokes, comments and statments so long as they don't harm or promote negative untrue stereotypes. (as opposed to positive true stereotypes. *cough cough*)
posted by sway @ 11:34 PM
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