Just watched Joy Ride and was the sole Asian person in the theater. Great movie, and they handled something extremely cleverly. But being the sole Asian was a mistake. No one to laugh at the Asian inside jokes with and also found myself absorbed in analyzing the things that made the other people laugh.

Also concurrently reading RF Kuang's Yellowface and it is amazing so far, but hard to read.

This follows on a listen of an episode of This American Life about a Black American living in Paris and how she finally felt like she was fitting in because neither of her core identities were the norm there.
"Things that aren't meant to be offensive can be hurtful." - Stephanie Hsu