But we’re all pink on the inside.
Well, it’s official: I’ve been profiled.
This morning, while walking past the Chinese Consulate on 42nd Street, I noticed a woman standing on the sidewalk handing out flyers to the (mostly Asian) passersby. My reaction was my usual person-handing-out-flyers reaction: hands in pockets, eyes to the ground. But as I approached, the woman didn’t even make the slightest attempt to hand me one!
I know! Can you imagine? The flyer-woman outside the Chinese Consulate, handing out a Chinese-language publication, refused to offer one to the six-foot-tall white guy with his hands in his pockets! How racist!
Whatever, lady. I’m sure the Falun Gong demonstrators across the street would have been more than grateful for a moment of my attention. So maybe I don’t read Chinese… I still think the characters are pretty!
Sigh. Well, at least now I know what it feels like.
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