The Comfy Corner

The best part about being a minority is that you are free and able to make jokes about the particular minority you belong to without having to look around first. For instance, I feel perfectly comfortable going up to tables at work and saying (In all seriousness) "Did you order the dumpring?" Or, if I make a bad driving move, I just blame it on my Asian-ness. Or if I figure out how to make the CD player switch to the auxiliary in class, I just say, "This is why every class needs an Asian." In general, I pull out the Asian jokes as often as I can. This is also why I can post pictures like this and make fun of the Boston Asians.


I literally snapped this pic 10 minutes ago as I was thinking to myself, "Wow, every Asian in the Chinatown/New England Medical Center area of Boston is carrying a pink bag." And then, sure enough, one passed by. Right after this guy passed by, I saw three or four Asian ladies with shopping carts filled with these pink bags. Apparently, they all shop at the same grocery store. Perhaps, I need to stop shopping at Trader Joe's?

The moral of the story is this - I'm usually down for any sort of Asian joke unless it becomes malicious. For instance, there was a guy in the show I was just in that point blank said to me, "It's so funny with you Asians, cause you never can tell how old you are." I was actually offended by both the comment and the smell (he smelled really bad). But that was followed by a perfectly harmless joke from another man that didn't smell bad at all, "What happens when you spin an Oriental around three times? He gets disoriented." Puns are okay, I suppose. Just avoid calling me Ching-Chang-Chong and we'll get along fine.