On Boston and Asians

It's pretty much undisputed that San Francisco is better than Boston. It has better weather, for instance, and it also has a better ballet company. If you still aren't convinced, consider San Francisco even has wild parrots. Boston, on the other hand, doesn't; it only has a lot of funny sounding Red Sox fans and also the Cheers bar. But despite its ratings success, Cheers was a mediocre television show. And whatever mistakes the Olsen twins have made in their lives, they were adorable toddlers.

San Francisco is simply more diverse... less than half of its residents are white. In Boston the number of white residents rises to 'more than half.' As part of this diversity, San Francisco also has something called Asians, a group of people virtually unheard of in Boston. Now that I'm done trashing Boston, which I loathe, I'll segway into a discussion on Asians.

In the Inner Richmond, we used to live down the street from an Asian dessert place. It served waffles and ice cream with lots of fruit. One time I went there but without my Asian friends. My Indian mother and black Uncle and I awkwardly ordered waffles whilst the late-night, all Chinese high school student clientelle stared us down.

Then there was my friend Mavis. Mavis was one of my first really good 'adult' friends. By adult, I mean that she's not in her twenties. I have to clarify because I know a lot of readers have gutter minds. I met Mavis when I started work at my college cafeteria during the Spring of my freshman year. Ever since she's done whatever she could to help me out. When I needed a place to stay while doing Summer research she found it for me. She always hooked me up with t-shirts and sweatshirts and jackets from the Chinese New Year parade. I always received a lot of lucky money from her.

Mavis recently bought a house near SF State University. The house was condemned and was completely unlivable at the time of purchase. In the photos her husband showed me the entire front of the house was boarded up, the walls had a lot of graffiti, the bathroom was yellow and moldy and there were fraying electrical wires everywhere. Therefore, they bought it for the bargain price of $400,000. Anyway, I really miss her.

In conclusion, Boston sucks.