No finer nor more accurate description of the Bellevue's cultural mindset has ever been written.
I worked in downtown Bellevue for a time. Despite the East Side's diligent efforts to transform the planetary surface into fractal landscape of intermittable traffic lights, econobox houses cowering behind their feaux Versaille entryways, cul de sac neighborhoods engineered to mimick the look and feel of a safe, warm, and comfortable lower colon, and TGI Fridays, I found pockets of resistant ethnicity that were quite refreshing. Downtown B-vue posts a fine Jewish deli, great Mexican joint, and a Turkish shoe repair shop, to name a few. Although Bellevue may be the blondest city in America, there are little brown people going about their everyday lives tucked in between the Bed, Bath, and Beyonds.
Bellevue also boasts some of the nicest breasts to be found anywhere outside of Hollywood. I'm not sure who the distributor is, but there are a whole lot of 55 year olds running around (OK, driving around) with the perkiest racks you've ever seen. I can remember standing in the lobby of the Bellevue Club listening to two middle aged women talk about the price of their breasts. This kind of openness just doesn't seem to happen in Seattle.
Bellevue is not a great place to become involved in a motor vehicle accident however; an unfortunately likely occurance as a high percentage of vehicles there are driven by women who can't see far enough over their new breasts to successfully pilot their battlestars through 19 lanes of traffic.