So I’m sitting there in Starbucks, and this fucking bitch in the seat next to me gives me this look, like I’m some piece of shit or something. Yes, honey, I am in fact reading The Art of War in Chinese – classical Chinese at that – what’s you fucking problem? Go back to that skinny latte and making obnoxious calls to boyfriend and stop worrying that there’s a white man out there with better Chinese skills than you. No wonder Americans have such a bad rep in this town.
Sheesh.
That incident typifies everything you need to know about American Born Chinese girls. Come on, ladies! How come a foreigner like me has more love for your 老家?
