lol @ listening to the pretentious white guy in my literary theory class (who the fuck uses the word “cerebral-ism” with a straight face?) talk about how beautiful and amazing and deep ancient chinese poetry is, even though he can only read the translations.
he then tried explaining how chinese characters work as a pictographic language to the other white guy next to him, going on to say that it ‘must be so much easier to learn’ that way (which umm no?? it’s so hard to learn!!) then started asking the white girl down the row for clarification even though she takes japanese.
and all the while i’m sitting there rubbing my temples, listening to him exoticize my culture, turn it into just another fount of wisdom white people can chat about to sound smarter, and get things wrong.