On My Love For Margaret Cho

We didn’t have cable growing up so I watched a lot of TV that was beyond my comprehension as a child. Most nights I watched whatever primetime programming was on network television with my dad. This was in the mid-90’s when family sitcoms were pretty popular (read: white upper middle class families). Then came the show All American Girl, a family show centered around a Korean-American family and all of the shenanigans of their teenage daughter, Margaret. You could not believe how elated I was as a 7 year old seeing somebody that looked like me on TV. More than looks, Cho’s character was always trying to break out of the model minority myth, not being the submissive, studious, passive idea of a Korean girl. This show shaped my idea of self as a young girl, confirming that I didn’t have to be something that I’m not. This was the first (and only) time I had seen an Asian-American family on network television with a star that was funny and not tokenizing of Asian culture.

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While the show was canceled and replaced with something that I couldn’t relate to, Margaret Cho was still an integral part of my life. My dad would record any TV appearances she did on late night shows so that I could watch them in the morning. This was all pre-internet, before one could YouTube anything you wanted more information on. Cho wrote two books about life, lessons learned, and a bit of calling out those who had done harm to her. I consumed those books, certain experiences sticking with me throughout my formative years.

One that stuck out most to me (other than her talking about her relationship with her mother, a given) was her experiences with body image. I suddenly related to Cho on a different level, rather not focused on being Korean, but both feeling the pressure of society and media to lose weight, to be less of a person. But the best part of all of this is that Margaret Cho didn’t lose her sense of self to all of these demands. She turned her pain into comedy, speaking out about the bullshit that we are told to succumb to. An inspiration to me, I try to take this idea with me.

I recently read a blog post on Cho’s website about a trip to the jimjilbang (Korean day spa) and the discrimination she faced there. I have a soft spot for jimjilbangs, spas where women are fully naked with other women scrubbing their bodies, sitting around in saunas and hot tubs taking in all the gossip imaginable.  Some of my fondest memories I have of my mom and aunties are in a jimjilbang, all taking care of each other and then talking shit about people. The part that I love the most about this experience is that you’re fully naked, every thing just hanging out and nobody is saying a single thing about your body, it’s just not the topic of discussion. Cho was basically asked to leave the jimjilbang because of her (awesome) tattoos. Othered by her own community, it hurt to read. Because I hope my mom and aunties would never do that, not to someone who could very much be their daughter or niece. It was difficult to read about this mostly because the shape or look of your body isn’t the defining factor of these places. Cho spoke up and called out the place and it was great.  Let’s just add this to the reasons why I love Margaret Cho.

I think we would be good friends, chatting about life at the jimjilbang while we caught dirty looks and laughed them off. I’m not saying that our lives are parallel, but I hope she knows what she means to so many other awkward, slightly chubby, loud, non-pristine Korean Americans.

 

On Yellow Fever (again!)

I’ve tried to write this blog several times but my anger gets the best of me and I end up typing out rage influenced hate letters to people who piss me off. Like the people who are searching “mail order asian wifes” (not wives, but wifes) and then coming to my blog because I wrote about Debbie Lum’s web series “They’re All So Beautiful” which centers around “yellow fever” and “asian fetish”. (however, I’m quite glad they’re coming to my blog. I just wish I could see their disappointment when they start reading!)

Now that I’ve got that out of the way, I really want to write my two cents about this failure of a video, “Asian Girlz” by Day Above Ground.  (BTW–the band so graciously took the video down and recorded a whole new song about the American dream. Give me a break.)

We all understand that it’s racist, they make it obvious. I can only assume they know they made a huge error when they went to lengths to defend their song by saying that “it’s not meant to be racist” and “how could it be racist? we’re multicultural!”

Outside of the overt racism in this video the lyrics alone are violent and perpetuate rape culture. The band has made the claim that the video is supposed to be satirical. But I would like to point out that satire often goes hand and in hand with irony and humor. There is nothing humorous about rape culture when it is rooted in white supremacy, Orientalism, and colonialism. One cannot put out something, call it satire and ignore the legacy of Asian women who have been subjected to white supremacist male sexual violence. Dehumanizing people isn’t ironic, satirical, or humorous.

Come on sit on my lap (right here baby)

Or we’ll send you back

And you age so well

I can barely tell

17 or 23? 

Baby doesn’t matter to me

Congratulations to you Day Above Ground, you have successfully contributed to the masses of Orientalist based media that continues to misrepresent the lived experience of Asian women.  As Edward Said coined the term, simply put Orientalism is a way of looking at the “East” through a Western lens as backwards or distorted, this often happens in art and literature. “Asian Girlz” is a perfect example of this.

The best thing to come from Day Above Ground putting out some racist and sexually violent bull crap they call music are the reactions.

Check out Kristina Wong and her take down of Levy Tran and Day Above Ground

Also, these twitter reactions are the best.

Lastly, Joe Anselm does a Q & A and proves he has no idea what satire is and is thus using it as a crutch.

 

it’s FRIIIIDAY

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Happy (almost) Weekend lovelies! I’m excited to be back in Chicago after a week in the middle of nowhere Indiana. I don’t have any rigid plans for the weekend other than continuing to apply for jobs and enjoy the last month of summer. I rather enjoy taking it slow on weekends and having the ability to soak it all in. What about you? Any fun plans this weekend? 

To start your weekend off right here are some links I want to share with you:

One of my favorite Feminist Tumblrs

These charred corn crepes look AMAZING

Some pretty cool, thought provoking summer reads 

The very worst thing on the internet right now

I’m totally obsessed with Orange is the New Black

You all should be reading Virgie Tovar’s Blog

and finally:

A RECIPE FOR THAI ICED TEA (i’m excited)

Have a great weekend all!

On Bob’s Burgers

Like I’ve said before, I watch a lot of TV. I’m not ashamed of it, mostly because there is no way I can watch TV without critically engaging with it. I question dialogue, the characters, who gets to do what, etc, etc.

Lately, I’ve been watching the show Bob’s Burgers at night, before I go to bed. The show is kind of mindless and I enjoy that I can watch it without really thinking about what’s going on plot-wise.

But then I realized: I LOVE BOB’S BURGERS.                                                                                             Bob-s-Burgers-bobs-burgers-18293111-1280-1024

The show takes place in a diner, ran by a family whose members are a little quirky (read: LOUD), and are constantly struggling to make ends meet.

Basically, it’s everything I want to see in a TV show, it’s realistic.

All three of the children are weird, totally weird. The eldest, Tina, is not glamorous, she encapsulates being 13 so well and displays insecurities we have all had at some point, regardless of gender. Louise breaks down all gender norms and is really dark. Gene’s best friends are his sisters and is rarely masculinized.

Bob and Linda are always struggling. They are down to earth working class folks who dedicate their life to the restaurant and they have financial burdens such as paying rent, owning a crappy car, and paying for their kid’s birthday parties. A whole episode is about how Bob decides to get a second job to pay for Tina’s birthday party.

These are issues that we encounter everyday, and in this case, they aren’t glamorous, it feels very messy and real.

I will say that Bob’s Burgers isn’t the best show out there, it still has moments of trans-phobia, and has a total lack of People of Color. I like the show for its realistic depiction of the sate of working class family dynamics.

So, kudos to you Bob.