Real intellectuals play board games part II
Some time ago, some clever American bastard came up with Ghettopoly.

'Pimp up your stable of hos, build crack houses and projects, do a drive-by, get the whole 'hood addicted to crack- collect $50! Only the hustlers with the tightest game will win!'

To ensure that players stay true to the game, player game pieces include: Pimp, Ho, Uzi, Marijuana leaf, a Basket ball and a piece of crack, and of course counterfeit money and two dice.
Apparently the overrated overpriced shop Urban Outfitters carried the game was instantly boycotted by the NAACP. Fair enough. Now in the pipeline are Hiphopoly and Redneckopoly. 'It draws on stereotypes not as means to degrade, but as a medium to bring us together in laughter; if we can't laugh at ourselves, we'll continue to live in blame and bitterness', said the infinitely philanthropic creator of the game.

Personally I would never shell out anything for any board game; Scrabble makes my face go numb and I can't sit in front of Monopoly without going into severe convulsion. Last time was New Year's Eve, 1993; I lasted ten minutes, and was later found racing around in the snow in a tshirt, and that had nothing to do either with the sangria or the funny cigarettes. Really. But where is my point? Oh yes. Here it is, sort of: still I confess that the thought of that game made me chuckle. It's just a funky board game, right? There isn’t much difference between that board game and what is glorified in hip-hop lyrics and music videos, right? Wel, I don't know. Not so sure. What do you think? Would you be upset by Jewnopoly? Asianopoly? Scottishopoly? Gaynopoly? Would I be upset if it were Frenchonopoly instead? Maybe, in true French fashion, I would rant for half a minute, consider educating the ignorant masses for another ten seconds, then just shrug it off.
The truth is, I probably would get upset. I do have a history of getting disproportionally upset by the jolly shovelling of stereotypes about the French. Or about any nationality, in fact. But that's another story altogether. Maybe some other time.

I told you, I never liked board games anyway. I think I'll go back to my original Christmas presents ideas:

A rude cross-stitching kit
The guide to how to shoot rubber bands
My face on a grilled cheese sandwich