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Donuts of the Midwestern ethnicity

Dear Members and Constituents,
Picture yourself at a Sushi restaurant. You're informed of a twenty minute wait so you sit down at the lobby. Having scoured the place for something to read you come upon a couple of choices. Not in the mood for Westword, you start reading the latest issue of Latin Life Denver magazine. No big deal, right? Now what if the magazine were called White Life Denver? Whoa! Would you pick it up and read it? Or would you have second thoughts, afraid of what you might find inside (or what others might think if they saw you reading it)? Why is it that White as an ethnic reference calls to mind a hate group whereas it's culturally acceptable to use just about any other ethnic reference with a positive connotation?
 
When it comes to donuts, they certainly are manifest in a variety of cultural incarnations (as evidenced by this photo of a couple of colleagues enjoying some Zeppole in Seattle this week), fortunately, none of them have negative connotations. And so it is Mike Rubsam didn’t have to worry about what people would think of the selection made for his debut as dount boy. Enjoy (the people looking over your shoulder are not judging you, they’re just jealous)
Happy Friday!

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