[UPDATED] Full disclosure: I still get cracks from my longtime friends about a
fairly pronounced string of Asian girlfriends in high school and
college. (Ask Scanner Sarah. Yeah, don't.) In my defense, I was
something of a nerd, which meant a) I didn't actually date that much,
so it's a pretty small group of girls to extrapolate any meaning from,
and b) I was hangin' with a more racially integrated bunch of kids in
the honors classes since white people are mostly dummies. (Ha ha, I
kid. Some of my best friends are white. Ha! See how it feels, Snowflake?)
Anyway, I bring this up only because what we're talking about here is not
a young man growing up in a world where most of the girls who liked
Depeche Mode too happened to be first-generation. No, we're talking
about that one white guy friend of yours who, as an adult, has chosen
to pass perfectly good white women over in favor of Japanese art
students. Is it really his choice? Or is he maybe the victim here?
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