(Boy, those lolcats get under your skin don't they?)
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah.
I'm sick of it. I've been a good kid. Well mostly. There was that time that I sang "I'm So Lonely" in a passable Kim Jong Il impersonation when the Korean delegation were muttering amoungst themselves for just a bit too long. That had my boss looking at me in a certain sort of way.
But, in general, I'm genuinely open minded about other cultures in an unconscious way. I'm not so enamored of my own that I think we're the bee's knees, or the ant's pants, or the cat's pajamas, or the wasp's nipples or whatever. Seriously, I took a 'how unknowingly prejudiced are you?' test the other day, and the results were that I was slightly positively biased towards people with darker skin than me. I don't know how that's possible, I can't remember the last time I even met one, but that sort of demonstrated what I'm getting at.
I am genuinely prejudiced about other things. If you're a dickhead, or you're deliberately stupid, I'm not going to like you, no matter what the shape of your face or the hue of your skin or the selection of genitals you are wearing.
With all those things in mind, how on earth am I expected to continually keep a straight face when I am dealing with two of my overseas colleagues, who rejoice in the names of Tan Kat Poo and Porn Tip.
It's not fair.
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