I did see a guy who looked like a super hot Aziz Ansari.
Yeah. Great. That was the high point of my night. Seeing a man who was lighter than Ethiopian but darker than Irish (Honestly, that is the extent to which I can figure out ethnicities by looks alone. Sometimes I’m pretty sure I mistake some Mexicans or Hispanics or whatever for halfsie-asians.) who was attractive and vaguely looked like a comedian.
God, does that make me a racist? If I can’t tell what ethnicity someone is? If anything, that means I am less racist than your average racist person, right?
Christ. I would be racist. That would happen to me. Like I don’t have enough shit piled up around me, I’m probably a racist. Dying. Alone.
