This is what happens when you are trying not to doze off on a bus ride thru the city…. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n
So…here I am riding the Santa Monica Bus line towards the connecting MTA busline back to the Valley, (Fer sure…) On the bus is the usual mix of bus-like denizens. However, this evening, I note a small contingency of asian women. Roughly college age. <\/p>\n
I’m always amused that they seem to travel in packs. Almost like wolves…But without the fear that they are on the hunt. I’m unable to place the nationality of this group. Normally, I can’t. Unless I listen to them speak and can blithely pick out somethi ng that sounds, “Japanese, or chinese, or korean or something.”<\/p>\n
I am glad to publically admit that my eye is always drawn to the female Asian face. Perhaps it’s the fact that the eye shape is so noticably and artistically different from my own western eyes. We are always most aware of each other’s differences than similarities.<\/p>\n
A commedianne, Margaret Cho, pointed out that she reveled in her Asian decent as it gave her a handy excuse of dealing with people. Being fully American, she has little to no “Asian” accent. However, as demonstrated in her stand up, in times of need she is glad to invoke a deep accent, “I don’t speak English” to avoid having to deal with people.<\/p>\n
I think to myself about doing that with an English accent, smile, and am then reminded of the Scottish character in “Chicken Run” that Mel Gibson can not understand.<\/p>\n
Time has passed while I’ve been typing..one by one they have gotten off the bus. They didn’t really talk to each other…So I assume that they just sat in a clump. I guess the ‘safety in numbers’ concept. Granted, thru conditioning growing up…I don’t wander too far back in the bus either….<\/p>\n
My bus is getting to the transfer point…we’ll finish this on the next bus (assuming it’s not SRO)<\/p>\n