While doing homework I am watching the completely fascinating and hilarious and heartbreaking documentary called Please Vote for Me" about a Chinese elementary school monitor election. 20 minutes in, I am sincerely recommending it, sincerely.

Also, it put me in mind of the scene AH witnessed in our local corner store called "Nice N' Easy". It sells pork rinds, "Pussy" incense, tallboys and pints of this horrible fortified wine concoction called "Irish Rose". It was a hot day and we didn't want to drive anywhere so AH wandered down to pick up a six-pack of P@bst. Ahead of him, a guy was up at the counter, trying desperately to prove he was worth extending credit to by pulling out some kind of bank statement.
"I can't read it" said the Middle Eastern store clerk.
"You can't read English?? You don't speak English? You Chinese? Well, Ching Chong Popcorn!"and then the customer stalked out.
It's totally not funny that he mistook this middle Eastern man for a Chinese person and then used crazy 60's era racist terms to insult him - but we still use the term anytime we get mad. "Ching chong popcorn, you forgot to unload the dishwasher?" "Oh ching chong popcorn, thanks for cutting me off, a-hole" Of course we do this when we are alone, but I freely admit we are horrible. It is going to be so hard to be better people when our kid is old enough to understand us.