Why Hong Kong Is Awesome Part IV

Every once in a while, I wake up and thank my lord and savior Jesus Christ that I was born a white man in America. Our entire society is basically set up for me to succeed. I'm sorry for being so blunt, but I feel like it's pointless pretending that that it's not advantageous to be born a white male. I'm lucky. I'd love for this to be a post about how moving to Hong Kong has been a big wake up call, but I've got some bad news. Actually, it's great news! Hong Kong loves me! And by "me," I mean the guilo- the white ghost. The other day, some random ladies asked to take their picture with me:

Guess how many times that's happened in America? Did you guess "zero?" How did you know? Well, it's happened four times in Hong Kong. Why? I'm a minority here! As we all know, minorities are very exotic. Who cares that for all practical purposes I'm illiterate and mute. I'm like Blade. Blade gets all of the advantages of being a vampire (super-strength, agility, healing), but none of the disadvantages (he can walk during the daytime). I get all of the advantages of being a minority, but none of the disadvantages. But unlike Blade, I am immortal. And unlike Blade, I am not currently in prison for tax evasion. And unlike Blade, I am white.

Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee