Oh my god! Racist! Racist!

That is what I should have said, like Margaret Cho. She's so cool. In one of her comedy acts she talks about when she saw a bumper sticker on a woman's car that made fun of Asians. She was so offended she didn't have any witty comeback but just yelled at the woman that her sticker was racist. I wish I were so brave and able to let that anger explode. So recently...

I was pumping gas at a gas station. And the homeless dude that works that station came up trying to get me to pay him to wipe my windshield. The first thing he says to me is, "I talk to a lot of women of your race." So my response is to ignore him and say no thanks, when in my head I'm thinking, "Motherfucker, what race is that? If you want some change you best not piss off the person you're bumming off of. You want something? Let me spray you with some gasoline."

Then today at work today one of my coworker, nice lady but maybe a bit sheltered, tells me about a murder/mafia party game she once had at her house. With scripts and stuff where everyone is a character trying to figure out who is the killer. So anyway, she tells me it is Chinese murder and everyone at the party dressed up in Chinese outfits. And the people from our office she was listing as having attended were not Chinese, to say the least. The idea makes me sick, of people parading around pretending to be Chinese. And I don't even want to think about what that script was like or how people decided to play their roles. I mean, do one of these murder mysteries happen on a slave plantation? Is there one where we dress up as Latino migrant workers? It was the white dude, with the gun, in the corn field! I mean how in-your-face should you get with coworkers you gotta see everyday?

But I know what Margaret Cho would have said. "Oh my god! Racist! Racist!"