Even in a city as cultural and diverse as New York, you still hear ignorant conversations walking its streets. The other day as I was on my way somewhere, I overheard a conversation between two friends — one guy, one girl, both white — walking behind me. The guy was telling his female friend about this new Asian girl he just started dating. She asks him completely innocently, “Does she speak Chinese?” He responds, “No… I don’t think so. She is Korean.” Was it because I was in the Upper East Side? I didn’t realize that “Asian” meant “Chinese.”