One night B and me were manning the door. We stood there watching the world go past. She'd spot someone doing something that annoyed her and bitch , then I would spot someone doing something that annoys me and bitch. She seemd to me very hard on her own community. She even said, sometimes I hate Bengalis. I was about to say to her, you shouldn't hate your community - because on some level, you are hating yourself, when I realised that I had been pouring vitriol on all the white arty fart types: people who, from the outside, would be considered my community. (See? and I'm still distancing myself.)