I went to a fab event this evening–more on this later. Briefly, it was an art show opening in the Mission. I got there right at starting time, and a few people were already milling about, munching on the assorted finger foods and admiring the art.
The following story in no way lessened my enjoyment of the event. But it’s worth sharing.
A middle-aged man, not pictured, passed by as I was sampling the chips and salsa.
Him: “How’s it going?”
Me: “Mm.. it’s really nice!”
Him: “And you’re just eating the food, are you?”
Me: [Munch, munch.] “Well, it’s pretty good.”
Him: “Because that’s what Asian women do at these events.”
Me: [Pause. Munch.] “Do they? I didn’t realize that was a thing.”
Him: “Yes, it’s a pejorative stereotype that people have.”
Me: … [At this point I give up and just start shoving chips and salsa in my face to avoid conversation.]
Him: “But that’s not what you’re doing.”
Uh, right. Nice save.