John Galt, I am critiquing this as a piece of literature, please don't take it personally. So Ruby likes to wear skimpy clothes at home and show off her titties (maybe she is rebelling against the "middle class moral values" which she finds constraining); so she talks shit about other Nepalis (I do too sometimes with my Nepali friends, about how we are so communal, so quick to judge, etc., which at the end of the day is forgotten, because we remain Nepali regardless; so what?); so Ruby goes out and perhaps sleeps with a Latino hunk (good for her, she follows her heart and displays good taste; perhaps the Nepali guys she went out with were indeed prudes like the narrator, who discretely ogles the silicon valleys but implicitly passes harsh moral judgment against their generous bearer); so Ruby hates her "bitchy" boss (because the owner of the store is the narrator's aunt, his "good" portrayal of her is suspect). No, none of these necessarily make Ruby a wannabe American in my books, or a senorita for that matter. She is just another Nepali, it seems to me, who is trying to come to terms with her identity and sexuality in a foreign country--not an easy thing, for sure--and perhaps not doing such a hot job of it at the moment. As such, she deserves understanding and compassion, not contempt nor cheap judgment--like the kind our sanctimonious narrator passes on Ruby in his attempt to impose upon her his narrow definition of Nepalipan.