2003-08-02 - 9:02 a.m.
You'd THINK that people have forgotten the word 'chink', here in this century, in 2003.
APPARENTLY not, having been called that yesterday by a guy. Surprisingly, said guy is not white, but Muslim. You'd think after all the stereotyping other minorities go through, they'd be a LITTLE more considerate and sensitive to the issue.
You'd think I'd prevent him from populating the earth with his spawn, which I have done gladly. Of course, Jay took us outside where I told him that this guy called me a chink. Jay proceeded to lecture about racism and how below the belt that was.
I have already hit below the belt. Ha.
My head was reeling. I was so shocked people still used that word. Of course, mom told me plenty of stories about her growing up in Canada, with she being chased home by bullies who beat Chinese kids, but I never really expected people to be so blatant about their prejudices.
After Jay talked to Sean, he was all, "but I didn't mean it! I mean, I've got Chinese friends." I can't believe this guy.
Oh well, screw him. I can be guaranteed he won't have too many children. "Why'd you knee me?? It HURT!"
Anyways, I know I haven't updated for over a week, mostly because Uncle Ian and Auntie Nancy visited from Winnepeg. Since Uncle Ian is Australian, have been teasing and questioning him about his ancestors. He said, "We only did petty things like forging checks. We didn't murder anyone or anything."
Conveniently, spent last night watching the Crocodile Hunter movie. The ending kind of sucked and it seemed incomplete, but it was still funny.
Must talk about last Friday. We went to the Jubilations theater where we watched a parody of Bewitched, Betwitched. Tabitha's all grown up and she time travelled back to the sixties, and she's fallen in love with the neighbour's (the Weasleys) friend, Harry. Meanwhile, evil twin of Tabitha's mother is on the loose with powerful spells. It was quite funny, infused with Beatles' and Rolling Stones' songs. Because it was a dinner/theater event, the actors served as a dual waiter/actor. The waiter serving our table morphed from Mr. Smuggle, the food snatcher, to our very own Smeagol! It was pretty funny seeing him smudged with black eyeliner and muttering, "My precious..." while serving us.
There was also a hyper version of Professor Snape, who swept along with a long black cloak and glared at people while tossing plates back and forth, as well as a scout who sang Whitney Houston and Gloria Estefan songs out of tune. "Dah dah dah do the congo! You know what? I only know that part! Let's sing it again!"
And Norah Jones is playing at the Jubilee auditorium on the 7th. I want to buy tickets.
Plus, pottery didn't turn out as bad as expected.
