But let’s ponder the word yellow. It also means “cowardly,” and therefore serves as an insult to everyone. But it’s also the shade of bananas, the phone book and cabs. I hate bananas, phone books and cabs – but I still don’t hate the color. I really hate Coldplay, for their song “Yellow,” makes me violently ill – but I still don’t hate the color. I just hate Chris Martin. And he’s not even yellow. He’s more asparagus green.

My point is, I’m a grown-up. When a producer accuses me of being “short” to a guest, I know she’s not referring to my height. And, I’m practically a midget. Yet, if I get on my tippy toes, I can see the difference.

So I say to you, Center for Pan Asian Community Service, lighten up. I get the sensitivity over the racial nature of the word “yellow,” but you’re better than that. Accusing city planners of racism over a yellow train line makes you look silly. You can argue until you’re blue in the face, turn red with rage, but in the end, yellow is just a color.

Like fuchsia.

Just not as awesome.

And if you disagree with me, then you’re probably Gwyneth Paltrow.

Tonight, a delightful show!

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Alison Rosen!

Courtney Friel!

Former Ambassador John Bolton!