I just read something on another blog that kinda bugged me so I feel the need to stand up and make my position clear.
True story: When I was at college I had a friend called Parm. He was the coolest guy I knew. We hung out all the time and solved the world's problems in the way you do when you are 19. He had a lot of asian friends. After about six months it occured to me that he might be asian too.
That's how much the colour of anyone's skin means to me.