Missing home cooking

I truly miss home Chinese cooking.  I crave steamed duck egg with steamed rice...100 year-old eggs....yum cha.  I miss being able to drink caffeinated tea without feeling my roommate's judging stare as the smell of peach oolong tea fills up my section of the room.  Or when I order dumplings and the whole room smells like pork and spices.  I think it's a delicious smell...but the other day my roommate was talking to her friend on the phone (quite loudly, insensitive) and she complained about how she didn't want to wear a certain piece of clothing to a Chinese restaurant or not go to the restaurant altogether because "the food made her clothes smell awful for days." Well, excuse me, uncultured roommate. 

I can't wait to go home and start cooking again.  I miss my Lee Kum Kee sauce.  <3

..."Beaner chink chick."

Knowing that the words you're using are bad, but using them anyway because you want to elicit an offensive effect.  Or not even knowing that totally offensive connotation of the word you're using but using it because you think it's just your average everyday slang.  What's worse?

I was sitting at my normal table at the dining hall, chatting (in Spanish) with one of the dining hall attendants about life, my final exam stress, the food I chose, her job, and her son.  Blah blah blah, muy delicioso, yo quiero tomar más, etcetera.  "Yo soy sorprendida que tú puedes hablar español tan fluentamente; you are Chinese, yes?" she says.  "Yes," I replied.  It was a nice, pleasant moment.  Speaking Spanish, finally, in this God-forsaken cultural wasteland.  I was in a good mood, about to tuck into my basil, ham, tomato, and turkey sandwich on rosemary ciabatta bread when suddenly...the white guy at the next table over turns around, looks me straight in the face and says:

"So, what, are you some kind of beaner chink chick?" 

Whut?! I was so offended on two very different levels that I just ate my sandwich, downed my pepsi and left.  Once I got back to my room, it hit me how freaking wrong it was that people think that kind of language is okay.  And I was just sitting there.  I talked to my friend (white friend) about it and she said, "Well, it seemed like he was just asking what you were.  Maybe he didn't know that those words are bad." Hm.  I don't really think this guy has any excuse.  In any region of the world, "beaner" and "chink" are uniformly bad.  Put them together...well, I haven't really thought about the badness of that kind of language because, well, I never thought someone would be dumb enough to think that's okay.

Why Can't Shan-Yu recognize which soldier caused the avalanche that wiped out most of his army?

Shan-Yu: *hits Li Shang* YOU COST ME MY VICTORY.
Mulan: *throws shoe at Shan-Yu's head* No! I did. *pulls up hair into top knot.*
Shan-Yu: o_o The soldier from the mountains....

I've always wondered why Shan-Yu confused boy-Mulan with Shang...Shang has muscular, rather manly features for a character that basically looks like his voice actor (B.D. Wong), while Mulan is small and feminine. So why was Shan-Yu beating the cr*p out of Shang for allegedly causing the avalanche?

Shan-Yu is a Hun, and Huns are actually terrorizers of Europe. Huns are European, aka Caucasian, aka white. White people can't tell Asians apart. Makes sense now.

The Huns have been linked to the Xiongnu nomadic tribe of China/Mongolia, which is how Disney can credibly make the cruel, kind of inhuman villain a Hun and still be historically accurate.