My parents came to the United States with a suitcase filled with things from their previous lives. They worked two jobs, seven days a week, while studying as full-time students to complete their education. My dad tells me stories about how he waited tables late into the night, while my mom sold shoes at flea markets on her days off to earn spare cash to buy a car. They built the privilege affirmative action says we have from nothing but hard work.
I was given the gift of being able to be born into a family that defined the American Dream. My parents taught me English and Chinese simultaneously, spent hours reading me stories of Snow White and Cinderella, and the Monkey adventures in Journey to the West. It wasn’t until much later that I realized that they had learned English from memorizing vocabulary cards and reading old textbooks on grammar.
And though my parents taught me English, they ask me to deal with scheduling doctor appointments for them; they ask me to proofread emails for them, out of embarrassment that they feel their English isn’t sufficient to be taken seriously, it sickens me when I realize that while their mastery of the English language is more than proficient, it doesn’t matter, because the rest of the world doesn’t care.
But you wish you were Asian.
I grew up, hearing the words of boys whose only “standard” for the girls they were interested in was “Asian,” realizing that the disgustingly scary fetish of Asian women is actually a reality. I grew up, watching the world’s understanding of my cultural heritage be reduced to ching chong’s and ling long’s, kimonos, and fortune cookies. I grew up, being asked if my parents belonged to the communist party, when I held in me the stories they told me of labor camps they were sent to at the age of 13, of how one day, they couldn’t go to school anymore, of how my grandparents tried desperately later on, long after Mao’s regime ended, to force their children, now adults, to eat copious amounts of food, as if to make up for times when there was nothing to eat.
But you want to be Asian.
I live in a country that has yet to realize that yellow face is not appropriate on mainstream television, a world that somehow doesn’t realize that statements like, “Kill the Chinese!!” are not acceptable to be aired on talk shows. I live in the 21st century, where the only understanding I can get about the story behind my heritage comes from my own parents, where the only times I can see people who look like me on screen is on Youtube.
I grew up as an Asian American, an individual in a group of people that never really belonged anywhere. Because in the United States, we’re nothing more than descendants of the people who invented orange chicken, and in China, we’re foreigners who fail to adopt the careful nuance of the dialect spoken there. We grew up, holding our ethnicity as something of great pride, and at the same time, of great burden.
Our representation in the United States government practically is nonexistent. There is no proof that we as a group of human beings existed beyond the pages of Amy Tan novels. The caricatures on television taught us that we were nerds, deficient at English and social skills, bound by our supposed tiger parents to live out their dreams.
And because we apparently don’t exist to the rest of the United States, the inherent racism my “fascinating” ethnicity faces also ceases to exist.
But still. You enjoy your green tea and kungfu movies and paper lanterns. You love your Chinese 1 class and your Japanese Civilizations course and Wang Leehom. And my goodness, what you would give, if only you could be Asian.
Her parents died in a rainstorm.
After seeing that last set a few months ago this is so different and really sad.
It’s even worse when you see all the adults’ reactions.
Because they know what she’s talking about.
No wonder she attacked Mertle like that
accurate representation of me. so accurate it hurts
As Time Goes By deleted scene
WHY WAS THIS DELETED
Plot twist: The next companion is a normal girl/boy who only dies once in their lifetime and has no remarkable back story but he thinks they’re wonderful because they are human and the Doctor needs reminding that you don’t need to be a mystery to be remarkable.
so basically we want Donna back
Castiel. I’m told you came here in an automobile.
Fucking Supernatural. This is Satan and an Angel of the Lord having a conversation about riding in a car cause Satan legit wanted to know what the fuck was up with humans and their cars. Look at him in the 3rd gif, like “ah, imma bout to fuck up your everything but ah yes, cars dude”.
look at all their dramatic lighting
dramatic camera angles
dramatic facial expressions
"wtf are cars"
I can imagine that after this, Luci made one of the demons drive him like 3 blocks just so he could try it out.
"Meg, was that it?"
*ten minute pause*
"Can we do it again?"
I need Lucifer making Meg take him around so he can try out all this weird human shit, like driving and eating weird food, and feeding animals and just everything. You know, for research purposes, so Lucifer can hate humans properly.
I need this in my life
OH MYG GOD THIS IS THE GREATEST THING EVER I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE JUST WATCH THE THING
Not a huge Frozen fan, but definitely awesome.
THIS IS THE BEST HISHE
THE BEST ONE
Okay, that was EXTREMELY awesome. Although…c’mon guys:
"Vuelie is the opening musical number, for the 2013 Disney animated featureFrozen. The song is inspired by indigenous Saami and Norwegian culture, and was written and composed by Norwegian composer Frode Fjellheim. The song is a combination of Saami yoiking and the Danish Christmas hymn “Dejlig er jorden”/”Fairest Lord Jesus”, composed by Frode Fjellheim. The original hymn is composed by the Danish composer B.S. Ingemann.”
(Quick rant: I hate it when comedy writers will outright ignore basic facts and research purely for the sake of a joke. Makes you look like stupid jackasses)
Most people are scared when they find out about the supernatural. Mrs. Tran hires a witch on Craigslist.
Do not tell Mrs. Tran your weakness. Mrs. Tran will fill a super soaker with it and shoot you in the face.
A demon was sent to kill Mrs. Tran once. Mrs. Tran locked him in her trunk. It was awesome.
Death does not know who Mrs. Tran is. He’s never had a near-Mrs. Tran experience.
This is not Mrs. Tran’s first tattoo.
i guess there’s a lunar eclipse or something but i’m too lazy to even look out the window. this would explain why water is not responding to my will though.
Norwegian forest cat chasing a fox
Have you seen a Toco Toucan hop down stairs lately? Or a Keel-billed Toucan bathe with a glass of restaurant water?
I love toucans so much!!! QoQ <333
Pocket Printer by Zuta Labs
Not only a portable design, but able to print on any size page.
it finally feels like 2014
Every once in a while there’s an invention you never knew you always needed.
Now you can type up your paper last minute and your teachers will never know!
print gay porn in unsuspecting places