Inadvertent Racism

Ro and I were talking about a largely hispanic neighborhood in Phoenix--let's call it "Guad"--that is often a hotbed of crime, grit, general sketchiness. I backed up the stereotype with a fact:

ME: Yeah, the other second-year playwright lived there last year, and his house was broken into.
RO: Okay, maybe this will make me sound racist, but I didn't even know any white people lived in Guad.

Get it? The joke is that Ro, self-awarely, made a comment about racial communal borders, but, in the process, insinuated that playwrights are all white*. Hilarious, hilarious.

Ro, Ru, & me. Pore strips while watching Sister Act. 2012.

*To be fair, Rye is white. But! Ermo (head of the program) is Chilean. Burrito** (last year's grad) is Mexican.

**I really shouldn't talk. I am aware that I gave my Mexican classmate the pseudonym Burrito. I deserve to burn in racist hell.

Moms (Or, OMG Why is Broken Social Scene So Great to My Heart?)

Pookies. Monday.

ME: Hi, Mom.
ME: Guess what?
MOM: What!
ME: I got a piercing!
MOM: Whoa! Where?
ME: My nose!
MOM: You're joking, right?
ME: I am not!
ME: I have a nose piercing now.
MOM: Let's see a photo.

Bleaching your teeth,
smiling flash,
talking trash,
under your window.