A few weeks ago, Angela and I were at a dally dinner thrown by my sister. We had somehow stumbled ok the topic of my brother-in-law’s sister appearing in a newspaper article in the Washington Post Magazine.

Stephanie have been set up on a date through an experiment known as the “Date Lab”. Essentially, this was a blind date and both participants were obligated to talk about their experience.

What leapt out at Angela was the statement that Stephanie made about her date: he’s nice for an Asian guy. He, in turn, reciprocated the sentiment. Stepanie was nice for an Asian girl. It turns out that both of them had, as they entered their early 20’s, elected not to date within their ethnicity.

This may sound weird to all of you who embrace the false sentiment of “we’re all one race – the human race”. The truth is that eben if you think you’re open minded there is still a hint of that old childhood song from Sessame Street: one things is unlike the other, one of things doesn’t belong. That while “belong” part is sketchy at best in this discussion.