I loved his work and look forward to Iris when I can see it. RIP.

Maybe The Nightly Show should spend less time doing cross-promotion for It's Boner Time!: http://i.imgur.com/ZokdfON.jpg

Yeah, here I wouldn't pay more than that either— the best stuff tops off at $40 (CAD) for an eighth at a dispensary, and probably cheaper from your dealer. I think Portland and Seattle are around the same price for an eighth too, so maybe everyone should just move to the pacific northwest.

Why'd they hire Nicole to watch their kids? That's just like hiring a slightly bigger child, or paying a horse to watch your dog.

I hated Eleanor & Park to the point that I'll comment on even tacit recommendations. There are other non-schmaltzy YA love stories that don't feel like they're fetishizing race. Meanwhile, I'm working through a bilingual copy of Neruda's poetry— All the Odes— I don't understand a word of Spanish, but it's still lovely…

Colin Firth for The King's Speech rather than A Single Man.

I was typing up a variation of this when you commented. It's always what I want and need when I'm plastered.

Better calm down before I give myself skin failure. I think I was only anxious yesterday since I was being bombarded by creepy dudes who juggle and/or have terrifying muttonchops, and I was strongly feeling like closing my account. That'd preclude any future messages though, so I'll wait a few days, and then send him…

This is such a basic question that I feel embarrassed to ask, but I shouldn't message a guy on a dating site again if they haven't replied, right? We had only a short back-and-forth the night before, so maybe the sober light of day made him reconsider. It just blows since I haven't been attracted to anybody else on…

Was that chubby kid supposed to be related to Kingpin? I'm just glad that I'm not the only one who thought Angie's Nora was completely awful.

Taiwan isn't even Communist!

I want 500 doors. And a maze.

Although my family would never describe themselves as Chinese (we're hardcore Greens) a handful of the Taiwanese people I've met would be okay with describing themselves as Chinese. I imagine it depends on where your family is from and the politics they hold. (My family had been there before WWII.) If Eddie's parents…

"Pork buns" here usually refers to the BBQ ones, so if XLBs are referred to in English, it's usually some variation of "soup dumpling." And yes, that's the English spelling— our local Din Tai Fung rip off straight up just calls itself the "Xiaolongbao Restaurant."

Yeah, the Taiwanese market was the discrepancy that my brother and I took most issue with. When he saw the trailer, he actually thought that they were speaking Cantonese by the way they were shouting and behaving.

To where did you move, if you don't mind me asking? I do encounter it more in certain cities than others, but I still get remarks in diverse cities with large Asian populations. To be honest, I think a lot of the street-level casual racism I encounter is also due to my gender— I get dudes following me simultaneously…

The elephant ones? I got those in high school, actually, but in elementary I successfully begged my way to a "normal" lunch.

"Chinese school" where I'm from generally meant learning Chinese, whereas Kumon et al. was for learning math and getting ahead of the curve. I never went to either (I had the most lax immigrant mom of all my friends) so I'm not sure whether either was a weekday or weekend thing.

Constance Wu is the best and, as much of a cartoon as Jessica is, she's not all that dissimilar to the Chinese and Taiwanese moms that I've known. Asking about report cards in a school safety meeting wouldn't be unexpected, and, if any of the moms I knew had as good of a throwing arm as she does, they totally would…

I've never experienced bowing (thank god), but the name thing and the neighbour's complimenting Eddie for his good English make up much of my childhood memories. Can we make this a thread about the casual racism we experience? One time, I was on a ferry with a white friend of mine and an old man started talking to him…