Once upon a time, long before The Squeeze, I dated Jamaican Guy. He was from Jamaica. He was smart, funny, interesting, and good-looking. He also had an accent so thick he had to repeat himself ad infinitum before I actually understood.
My Sister the Lawyer, upon Facebook stalking him for photos as we discussed the issue, said:
"That's a problem?"
(True: I love tropical beach vacations. So if you find yourself with an extra ticket to some exotic locale, I give you permission to invite me.)