Koreans.
Innumerable count the amount of aspects of this culture I can't stand; but as most of you know, the girls rank high as #1 (with the humid weather, the bad haircuts, and the magnanimously gross materialism on there as well; granted, the antepenultimate is not really 'cultural'). But I digress.
I'd attempt to write a remarkably racist post on the Korean girl, but I don't really have the next few days to spare.
Is it racist if it's true? Probably.
I don't really like white people. I don't really like Korean people either. I don't really know any black people. I don't really understand Chinese people. As Jessica pointed out the other day, I tend to think raucously in terms of ethnic homogeny, either out of brutal convenience or perhaps stereotypical bigotry. Sometimes, the former and the latter blend together like communism and fascism: opposite ideals, same end product.
Racism is for the ignorant; but as many of you know, I am far from culturally ignorant. But I am racist.
It's been a great tour so far. We're 2/3 done.
Inspired simultaneously and erratically by the blog thoughts of both Stanley Lee and Ned Rorem.
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