This is why I love Borat...he isn't nice!

When is nice, too nice?

I swear, if another person smiles and greets me in a chirpy voice, I will yell or vomit. Ok, maybe I won't be psychotic or unhygenic, but I'm close to chipping my teeth with all the gritting. Really, I am very, very annoyed. It seems so artificial. Where is the true emotion?

I know Americans live in an almost surreal politically correct culture, which somehow stifles candidness and transparency in their daily social interactions, but I find myself silently screaming from all the pleasantry. Let's get politically incorrect even once ok?

1.) African-Americans are loud and huge. They talk to each other in amplified volumes, as if they were 20 feet apart, instead of two, and they overwhelm my space and air when I sit beside them in the bus. I was practically crushed by a black woman this afternoon while she chattered casually with another big black woman. It's true for a majority, and if they want to sit on me until I suffocate while they scream racial discrimination, then that's their right. I should be able to speak my mind, this is America after all-- land of the free. Or atleast it was before 9/11.

2.) Latinos are short. Gael Garcia Bernal is actually of average-height in Mexico because most Latinos I see here seem to be always hovering between 5 feet to 5 feet four inches.

3.) The Mexicans sure make lots of babies.

4.) The Jews seem to own most medium to big businesses.

5.) Asian men don't seem to find me attractive. I don't get the look from them that I would get from Black men and the white guys. Why art thou?

6.) America love Borat. And so do I.