Accidental Chinese Hipsters is on vacation this week. It’s all sand and sun for me, and no trudging through the usual humid street garbage. So, here I am with my dad in a Florida pizza restaurant moments after he ate a slice off of another table. Because people had left good pizza there. Clearly, he taught me everything I know, and although he is not the inspiration for ACH (this credit goes to an older gentleman who was standing with a rolling suitcase in the subway and wearing bright green leggings), he has been taking me on Chinatown adventures since I was six or so and old enough to be proud of eating something that I discovered most of my friends found to be disgusting. Maybe we could consider scavenging a coolster act, probably closer to eco-gypsy style dumpster diving, which I don’t think many hipsters have the balls to do.
Behind us you can see Well Behaved Chinese American Family, very much enjoying their pizza experience in a non-embarrassing manner. The void of loud announcements or jokes coming from their table seemed to create feeling of pity in us. There are very few Asians here in this resort town, and fewer that stand out from the crowd, so I guess I’d like this post to reflect my current situation (i.e. tiny, tan blonde girl watching with her mouth open in disbelieving horror as my entire family did yoga stretches together on the beach). My inbox is full of amazing submissions and I will do my best to reply to you all once I return to my computer in happy NYC, refreshed and ready to mock the outfit on someone’s grandmother. For now: over and out from two something, something, somethings in matching black and white striped t’s.