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Ice cream and the word Chink

Hello, my name is Danny. Will you be my friend? After the awesome post last friday, it's difficult to have a good follow up. Of course I'll touch on the whole issue of the word 'Chink' and how each person wants to feel about the word. And I'll also talk very little about ice cream because it was 101 degrees yesterday and what's better than frozen treats during the heat? Although apparently when it's over 90 degrees, taro-ice-cream

The knock on bad bloggers like myself is that we don't do any of those things that good journalists do... I much rather eat my vegetables than fact check. I mean, checking to see if something is true?! Puh-lease! So I googled for Sundaes and Cones' website and found this. It looks like it hasn't been updated in more than a couple of years but the site says they've been around since 1991 in Bay Ridge Brooklyn. It just goes to show that there's good ice cream all over the city and schmucks like me don't find out until they get blogged about.

One great thing about Sundaes and Cones is that they offer some non-traditional flavors like red bean, black sesame, corn, and green tea. Another New York ice cream parlor that has the same type of flavors is the Chinatown Ice Cream Factory. I like them for the same reason as I like Sundaes and Cones. Lately though, Sundaes and Cones seems to offer ice cream that are more intense. Sometimes the Chinatown Ice Cream Factory has stuff that's bland. Of course non-traditional has taken on a whole new meaning these days. Carrot Mango? Jesus Juice? We need some of that here in New York.

taro-ice-cream-2

Anyway so let's talk a little bit about words and racism. Part of me doesn't really feel like talking about it because the people who normally read... if some of them left, it's ok. But I know a lot of the people who commented on the 'Chink' post came from Midtown Lunch, and those people don't normally read this blog... and what's the point to address people who normally don't read this stuff?

First of all... if anyone still doesn't know this, but I'm Chinese. Phew, good, I'm glad we got that out of the way. Secondly, words are simply a way of expression for an individual (or group). Whether or not a word is offensive has a lot to do with context. You don't need to use the word Chink to be racist and you are not a racist just because you use the word Chink. I'm sorry to all Chinese people in America who feel like Chink is derogatory by itself the way the n-word is. It's not. The historical context of the n-word doesn't need explanation in this country.

For the Chinese people who get offended by the word Chink. You need to relax. Life is too short. If someone wants to call me Chink or whatever, fine. Would I be offended? Who knows? If that person is speaking with venom, I would get the message even the person didn't use the word Chink. Context matters a lot with words, and racism exists deeper than word choice. Maybe some people think Asians are just full of self-loathing and that this self-professed twinkie actually just hates the shit out of Chinese people. Maybe y'all are right. Maybe I just can't stand being Chinese so much that I'll go commit the holy act of seppuku. Fuck, I can't even get my ethnic suicide rituals down correctly. I'm a bad Chink.

Sundaes & Cones
95 E 10th St.
New York, NY 10003
212-979-9398

Map to find Sundaes & Cones

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