Originally Posted by patrickBOOTH
I have my thoughts. They are kind of long winded, but I don't think I am going to post them here because it will derail the thread and I might get pegged as a racist. I'll tell you at Morimoto.
I imagine part of it is that white people are a bit more afraid of germs than other folks. Whether or not this can be traced to socioeconomic factors, WASP-ish sensibilities, or a combination thereof is another line of inquiry.
Dream last night involving urination, Nazis, and Patrick Stewart (written down so I don't forget) (Click to show)
Edited by Claghorn - 2/6/13 at 2:22am
On a side note, I had a dream last night where I was living in a hotel in South Africa. Jeremy Lin's family had a kimbab restaurant near the hotel and I got him to autograph a steak. I randomly meet an old friend and his new girlfriend at the hotel. In the elevator (which is old), the friend starts jumping up and down, which causes the elevator cable to snap and we fall 10 floors (but all survive). Another group of friends come to try and find us and get in the newly installed elevator. Somehow we couldn't communicate with them trying to tell them not to and they stumble upon us on a rooftop compound filled with...Nazis in suspended animation. And whatever the program was, they were hiring. We had tried to warn them off (we were already there) so that they could dress appropriately for the interview. Somehow I stopped being the initial group and was part of the new group. I looked down and was pissed to see that of all days not to dress appropriately, I had picked today (because unconsciously I want to be employed by a Nazi scheme? I hope not). I was wearing a green button up and yellow pants. I think we decided not to even bother interviewing...not because they were Nazis but because we weren't dressed properly.
After deciding not to interview, we proceeded to try and escape the multilevel compound (3-4 levels...with all the Nazis frozen on the first floor). Also, there were Cher wigs all over the ground (does that mean I'm a closeted homosexual?) There were rows of bathrooms on one of the floors, and several of us tried to use them only to find that the floor fell through when we flushed. Because of this, I opted to urinate in a corner. When chastised, I opined that this was a Nazi compound so I could pee wherever I liked and still be in good taste.
Everyone ran away (upward) and for some reason I ran down. A couple of Nazis were looking for me (they had become unfrozen and mobilized), so I hid between a couch and a wall. They got close, and at this point I realized I was dreaming and with the way in which logic gets fucked up in dreams, I decided that if I convinced the Nazis that I was dreaming inside the actual dream, they would for some reason realize they were dreams and leave me alone? Anyway, this involved trying to sleep and dream whilst hiding from Nazis. I think I was found at one point but they didn't do anything (so I guess the dream strategy worked). Eventually I open my eyes when I think they've stopped looking to find Professor X AND Jean Luc Picard sitting at the couch waiting for me to come up (as rescuers, not Nazi sympathizers).