It may have been another time, but that's no excuse and I should have known better. Being young -- and dumb -- usually go together but some things can't get a pass, particularly when it involves impersonating another race or ethnic group. To say it was a different era, a more innocent time, papers over the reality: Some of us could be utterly insensitive, which may make the hurt inflicted worse than if intent was part of the act.
So, it is with great trepidation and humility that I admit my awful transgression and beg for forgiveness. Three decades later, I want to abjectly apologize for a stupendous lapse in judgment -- the night I wore green face in public as Mr. Spock on Halloween.
I trust that the Vulcan people, being an ancient and wise race, will see the logic in my absolution. And not to throw stones at a time of rightful contrition, but I've seen the pictures and videos from many Star Trek conventions, and I seriously doubt the apparent influx of legitimate Klingons, Romulans and Borg drones is legit.
But I can only speak for myself. And I'm bad.