Back in the proverbial day, a friend and I would often see a particularly tragic club queen at Twilo named Asia. She must have had rather unique personality quirks that would have lent themselves to our mordant humor, but given the context of the situation we resorted to the only tool at our immediate disposal. Fat jokes. She would glide by in some form of gaudy drag, and we would gravely intone in the manner of a BBC documentary: "Asia...a large land mass." We would then crumple to the floor in fits of juvenile hysterics, and retire to the dancefloor.

Likewise, I have no doubt that the rich tapestry woven by the experiences of 1.3 billion Chinese people lends itself to insights, wit, and analysis of their complex society. But when you read these types of things it's hard to resist saying: "China...full of fucking fascists." Or something equally nuanced.