2015 November 11

How might my fellow gay volunteers who met me for the first time at the Jewish charity have figured out that I’m gay too? Well, if I recall correctly, I may have “coincidentally” been singing an Ethel Merman song (“The Hostess with the Mostes’ on the Ball,” written by Irving Berlin) while working. 😕

I guess they were Albanian metrosexuals.

Commentary

• (on my own text post) – So only if it turns out he’s not Chinese would you accept the possibility that his death wasn’t caused by his own recklessness and carelessness, because “Asians are also very dangerous people, they’re just not careful, it’s their habit”? This is New York City, where it’s normal for foolish persons of all ethnic backgrounds to stand too close to the platform edge. …

– Except that you know nothing about this man, whether he was indeed Chinese, how long he’d lived in the US, if he was even an immigrant at all. You have no information other than “It sounds like he’s native Chinese,” yet you proceed to make sweeping generalizations based on that scrap of evidence alone and then suggest I’m not insightful because I’m unconvinced of your analysis. Perhaps he died, as you say, because he was a maladjusted Asian immigrant, but we cannot know for certain as there is insufficient information. Passengers of all ethnic backgrounds are injured in the New York City transit system on a daily basis, something about which you are apparently ignorant.