I know it seems lame for me to harp about the Chinese always calling myself and other visitors their version of “chink”, but I can’t help myself. Or should I say, they can’t help themselves. Today, for kicks, I wanted to see how many times I would be called “chink” in the span of 1 hour. My experiment was conducted on a Saturday morning, between 9 and 10am. I walked 15 minutes from my apartment to People’s Park, jogged for 30 minutes, and walked back home.

Before scrolling down, guess how many times I heard it roll of the tongue of people?
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36

And that doesn’t include the TWO year old kid who, when spotting me, shouted it, seriously, 10 times.