I am a bad person. The following tale involves references to unfortunate racial practices of the United States of America over its lifetime, and humor derived from such practices.
So, sitting in the theater with
etherial,
rosinavs, and
doc_smiley as the credits for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince scroll by. Etherial brings up the subject of whether the movie passes the Bechdel test, and we eventually conclude it does. Then (approximately) the following occurs:
etherial: Now they just need a person of color!
juldea: ...what about Dean?
rosinavs: Yeah, Dean Thomas is black.
juldea: And the girl that Harry hits on at the beginning of the movie.
doc_smiley: There was that girl, the guy Ginny was dating --
juldea/rosinavs: Dean.
doc_smiley: -- and the Slytherin sitting across from Draco on the train to Hogwarts.
etherial: So, three.
juldea: *snerks* I'm a bad person.
etherial: How so?
juldea: Because that's, like, 9/5! Almost two whole characters!
...
If you don't get it, read up on your
Constitutional history. Or be quicker with math. And be a bad person, like me.