So its official: I hate Viet parties. This doesn't count family gatherings.

Last night Nancy called me to go to a party she was at, so I arrive, and get on friendly terms with everyone there. Suddenly, ethnicity comes into question, and like always, everyone is in disbelief that I'm Vietnamese.

I don't get it. For each prodominately Viet party I have gone to, everyone thinks I'm cool up to the point where they find out that I'm Viet. So its okay to be Americanized if I were Korean, Chinese, Japanese, etc, but its not okay if I'm Viet? What. The. Fuck.

For 5 good hours I get nonstop verbal attacks on who I am (from STRANGERS) and a nonstop Viet authenticity test. Say this line in Viet, say that line in Viet... umm... excuse me do YOU even know how to say some of those words ASSHOLES. No Viet first name? No accent? Don't go to temple twice a weekend? No strict parents? Don't love trance music? Don't play badmitton? Don't visit your parents every weekend? FAIL FAIL FAIL! Both my parents would've failed their test. If my grandparents were still alive, they'd probably fail too! I might as well prance around in an Ao Dai dress and pointy straw hat singing Paris By Night songs to make these ppl happy.

And despite all their hating, 2 of them had the nerve to hit on me. One even tried to take me home with him. I may have had 7 shots and been pretty fucked up, but I aint touching no jerk. That just pisses me off. I ended up so angry that I gave a damn angry speech by the end of the night. Just cuz you refuse to appreciate other cultures besides your own, you think that makes you a better person? Cuz you ONLY befriend ppl from your same birthplace, makes you better than me? They can make all the assumptions they want about me. I don't care cuz I ain't hanging out with them.

Cultural Elitist shit.