Political Rant

So, because I’m in S. Korea, I haven’t been keeping up with the news as much as I probably should. In fact, my mom was telling me about how N. Korea set off another missile, but since no one around me reacted, it just didn’t get on my radar. Otherwise, a lot of the news I have been getting has been off of my Facebook, so my only question is,  why am I seeing more news about Trump’s misspelled Tweet than the bombing in Kabul? Like, I get it… he’s the president, but like why is this news? Why does this show up more often than the reports that Trump may back out of the Paris climate agreement?

I understand that the rise of Trump has allowed for the rise of hate speech and all of these other things, but is a misspelled word really worth something to jab at? Like, Trump does plenty of other things that we could criticize, but we choose to criticize him because of a tweet? Like???? I just don’t understand. In case you didn’t know, below are some links so that anyone who stumbles across this post can read some of the things that are going on beyond a tweet.

 

https://www.vox.com/2017/5/31/15719386/trump-paris-climate-agreement-moral-failure

http://edition.cnn.com/2017/05/31/asia/kabul-explosion-hits-diplomatic-area/

Naked in Seoul

Last week, I went to a jjimjilbang. These are also known as public bathhouses and let me tell you, I will probably never feel as clean as I did when I left. I went to Dragon Hill Spa, which is probably one of the more widely known bathhouses since it is foreigner friendly. I do hope that I will be going again sometime before I leave because it was an incredible experience. Yes, I did strip down completely, and yes, it was very awkward at first. However, it was also very liberating in a way that I did not expect it would be– and I don’t mean I felt liberated because I  was naked.

This was the first time I had ever really seen another Asian naked body. I know, that sounds a bit weird, but nudity is not a thing in the States and it’s often seen as something shameful and taboo to a certain degree. When nudity is available, it is often on European descent bodies. There’s nothing wrong with those bodies, they just don’t look like mine. Not to say that like… human bodies don’t look the same..because they do for the most part, but let’s just say there are different skin tones and other markings that are different. I’ve always felt embarrassed because my body never matched anyone else’s around me. And the Asian bodies I did see were often hypersexualized and dominated and catered to the male gaze. Seeing women of all ages naked, just chilling, was almost therapeutic. It was a space where I didn’t feel like anyone was judging me. Well, I’m pretty sure two older women were talking about me, but like… they would do that even if I had my clothes on. Honestly, it was the first time that I’ve felt like my body was not on display for someone to sexualize.

While I was there, I decided to get scrubbed down by an Auntie. In the corner of the room with the tubs are tables with older women in black lingerie (I swear, this is nothing sexual) and they rub you raw until the top layer of your skin is gone. They go everywhere… like really everywhere. It didn’t feel wrong or l awkward or sexual, it felt normal. It felt like someone was just trying to get me clean (in the States, we’re very filthy creatures). There are a ton of other tings you can do like the various saunas and other spa services, in addition to a bunch of other opportunities to just eat food. If you ever find your way to Seoul and get over the fear of being naked in front of people, then I highly recommend to you go to a bathhouse. Just make sure you read a ton of different articles for proper etiquette so you can mentally prepare yourself. Below are two guides that I found particularly helpful.

 

http://seektheworld.com/bath-seoul-south-korea/

https://www.lonelyplanet.com/south-korea/seoul/travel-tips-and-articles/first-time-jjimjilbang-how-to-visit-a-korean-bathhouse/40625c8c-8a11-5710-a052-1479d2763233

Past the halfway mark

Well, I’ve been here more than two weeks, and I will be leaving in less than two weeks. I have learned so much more than I would have at a study abroad program. At least, I think I have learned more than I would have from a traditional study abroad program. There are a few things that I have learned over the past two weeks that I wish I had known before coming to the other side of the world. Below are just a few things that I think the world would be interested in.

  1. Research is exhausting. Conducting interviews is absolutely exhausting. I had no idea that expecting to interview 15 people within a month was a ridiculous amount of people to interview. It now makes sense why people take YEARS to compile the data and information they need to write about what they’re going to write. Like, seriously… it is so tiring because of compassion fatigue and emotional labor that goes into everything. I’m happy to say that despite my initial fear that I would only have 3 interviews by the end of the month, I finished my 7th interview earlier today. In total, I have 10 returned adoptee interviews, which has been incredible. ALSO, because I am a masochist, I have decided to interview non-adoptee Americans here to gather their experiences living in Korea. So, hopefully, I’ll be able to leave with 20 interviews total. But, I would not recommend anyone to do what I did this month.
  2. I have not been able to do as many things as I originally thought I would be able to do. Because I’m so exhausted, I use the time to sleep and recover from the work that I have been doing. This is both good and bad. Good in respect that I know I will return to South Korea again and be a tourist. Bad in respect that I will have to wait a lot of years before I can return and be a tourist.
  3. Don’t pack a lot of things. ESPECIALLY if you can actually wash your clothing like I have been able to. Anything you think you may need, you can get here. Like… anything. Even things you didn’t think you needed! Honestly, it’s amazing.
  4. Loneliness has been hard. But, traveling by myself has opened up so many new and exciting relationships with the people that I have met. I’ve even been able to introduce my new friends to each other so that they make new friends! (Social networking at its finest. I guess I’ll be the center of a cluster very soon). That being said, it is hard to balance my relationships. I’m neither a true extrovert or a true introvert. It’s hard for me to tell when I’m pushing myself too much to be around people or if not interacting with people on a certain day will make me feel isolated. Despite this, this trip has made me a more self-reliant person in ways I never expected to be. I now know I can go to places back in the States by myself and probably be fine. I no longer feel like I need someone to be with me to do something, and that is a very freeing feeling.

If anything could get weirder

For the past two weeks, never could I have predicted that I would go to a funeral. Never would I have predicted that I would try to explain the differences between gender and sexuality to someone at a funeral. Yet, here I am posting about another experience that I would have never predicted: somehow I stumbled upon the American K-Pop group attempting to make it big in South Korea.

Trying to get out of the negative headspace that I have been in for the past few days, I decided that I needed to leave my apartment and go for a walk. I went to Cheonggyecheon stream to walk around and just think. I didn’t exactly realize how long it is (it’s like almost 5K one way), so I walked and kept walking. When I eventually got tired of walking, I left through one of the side steps that are available, and I had no idea where I was. I continued walking, and then I heard a concert that was going on, and curious as I was, decided to go look. Turns out, it was EXP Edition. It’s essentially a K-pop group created by a Korean MFA student at Columbia to explore and push boundaries on the ideas of masculinity and transnational pop culture. Of course, people are pissed that this group exists. This is mainly because a K-Pop group can spend years training before they can even be considered ready to perform and represent their country on the world pop stage. Some argue that this is a form of cultural appropriation, while others would say it’s more of a cultural exchange. Which, to add more complexity Kpop has been criticized for appropriating black American culture pretty often.

There were Koreans and non-Koreans in the crowd, some of which seemed very enthused that this group was performing. To my surprise, they spoke to the audience in Korean, but not to my surprise, they weren’t particularly good at it. Of course, I’m not exactly one to talk about whose Korean is good or not, but it feels… weird. While doing many of my interviews and reading past research, Korean adoptees are often harassed and berated by Koreans for not knowing Korean. Of course, I can’t really compare the two experiences because they’re completely different from one another, aside from the fact that both adoptees and this group cross international borders, nevertheless, it still feels weird? I don’t really know. I still can’t believe that I just randomly walked by them. I still can’t believe that they exist? The universe is so strange sometimes, but seeing this Kpop group actually shifted my thoughts from the negative spiral it was going down to just amusement.

Politicization of Death

Funerals are for the living, never for the dead. I learned this at a young age, but I’m not sure if I actually understood it until this past year. I went to the funeral yesterday because I needed space to mourn. I needed space to mourn the countless unnoticed adoptees, and I needed a space to mourn for myself. As someone who has gotten quite used to the idea of asking is my life worth living, and as someone who is still terrified of the stigma surrounding mental illness, I feel like this has to be said. If I were to ever act on my ideation of suicide, please never politicize my death. Please never have cameras or reporters at a funeral. Do not use my death to further an agenda one way or another. Suicide and the decision to take one’s life is tragic, heartbreaking, but ultimately something that is caused by a multitude of factors and cannot be blamed on one single thing.

The politicization of death has become very common in recent years, especially with the advent of social media. Whether they become hashtags or used as examples for people to take action, I question the purpose of using names as taglines. I understand the significance of remembering names and not being forgotten but do we truly want to remember individuals in a moment, rather than who they were? I feel like I’m at an impasse. On the one hand, I think it’s so important that people are made aware of these events and that policy does move forward and provide the necessary services. I believe that adoption agencies should be held accountable and not treat adult adoptees as a burden when they have used our bodies to make a profit. People think of adoptees as babies, sometimes children, but they never realize that we grow up. Holt and every adoption agency have a responsibility to ensure that they children they place are placed in good homes and fight for adoptee rights, like ensuring that adoptees adopted pre-2000 are guaranteed citizenship and fight for the undocumented adults that were sent back to their countries of birth to return. The list can go on and on and on and on. However, Holt is not the only institutions to blame. There are other instances of people and organizations and government agencies to intervene. To blame one organization ignores all of the others that should be held accountable as well.

It pains me to know that we have to use people’s stories to push for these changes to happen. We have to politicize a death of a man or the death of anyone in order for our words to be heard. Not even heard. They’re used in exploitative ways for spectators, validation, views, and so many other things. We are all responsible for how a story is produced and consumed. We are all responsible for how we remember.

I hesitate to send this out into the world. I hesitate because I’m afraid it can be polarizing. I hesitate because it’s generally what I do when it comes to my thoughts and opinions. The politicization of death is how we get people to care, I just wish it never needs to come that far. And even then, whose death actually matters? Does it matter how the life ended? Does it matter if that life was a productive force within our society for it to matter? How many bodies do we need to have for people to care? Do we even need to have people care about these things before we change systems that are inherently wrong and destructive?

Today I went to a Funeral

Content Note: Suicide

Never in my life would I have ever predicted that I would attend a funeral in Korea. Yet, here I am writing about going to a funeral today that I have nowhere to begin. My heart aches and I feel like I have so much to say, but I’m just so emotionally drained at this point to even write it coherently. I went to an adoptee’s funeral. In the past month alone, six adoptees have taken their lives, one of which was Phillip Clay, a Korean American adoptee. He was deported in 2012 due to his undocumented status. It is important to note that all research shows that adoptees are overrepresented in statistics on mental health issues and suicide. This was not an isolated incident nor the last one. My heart aches because this community is so invisible. We are invisible because we are Asian, we are invisible because we are adopted, and some of us are invisible because we are undocumented. In times like these, I feel truly lost. I will write more on the topic and the responsibilities of adoption agencies in regards to post-adoption services and the speculative nature that funerals have become and the policing who is able to mourn,  but right now I just need to process. 

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Suicide Prevention Lifeline
1-800-273-8255
https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org
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Adoptee Rights Campaign
http://adopteerightscampaign.org/aca/

First Week in Seoul

Well, I did it. I’ve made it one week without dying. Not that there is actually a possibility of that happening because Seoul is probably one of the safest cities you can travel to. Of course, you need to be aware of your surroundings and don’t extensively bad choices, but that’s anywhere you can go. Honestly, the only time I felt unsafe here was when I walked down a street in Itaewon and there were very loud, white American men walking and taking up the entire walkway. I think that it may just be residual panic to anytime I see a group of men back in the States. Anyways, here is a list of a few things that I have learned from the past week.

1. Seoul’s transportation system is amazing. Figuring out the subway system was a little overwhelming at first simply because Miami’s metro goes in a straight line, and I still manage to get on the wrong train. However, thanks to a little app called Subway Korea, navigating and getting directions is very easy AND you can do it offline. I recommend getting a reloadable Tmoney card to save time and money. What is also great about the public transport is the fact that I can stand and actually reach the handrail straps. A beautiful concept, really. Nothing will make you feel more independent than being able to transverse Seoul by Subway.

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2. I really enjoy traveling alone. It has given me the opportunity to set my own schedule and spend as much or as little time in a location. However, It’s also really lonely for me. I’ve never been alone for this much amount of time unless I’m choosing to be by myself. It’s sometimes hard to force myself to leave my apartment, although part of that was because I was still finishing finals, but I know I have to do it anyways. It’s nice to be amongst people in the Subway and interacting with them whenever I need to buy something, but generally, I haven’t been really able to have extensive conversations aside from a few people sporadically throughout the week. Of course, there is the internet connection and I’m able to speak to my friends, but the time difference is a huge killer. I just found out that while I like alone time, I also enjoy having the option to be with people whenever I want to.

3. On the flip side, I’ve rather enjoyed going to this dog cafe called Bau House. I’ve been here twice because at least I can cuddle with a dog. It’s truly amazing and I plan on going back very soon.

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4. Being Asian American in Asia is a wild experience. There are moments where I’m in a particularly touristy area and sales associates will speak to me in Chinese. Of course, I know about enough Chinese to say I don’t know Chinese and then they will speak to me in Korean, and then I know about enough Korean to tell them that I don’t speak Korean and then they look at me and realize that I only speak English fluently. Actually, I’ve learned enough Korean that I was able to go into a store and buy something without the Sales associate speaking English to me. Either my Korean is passable enough to buy stickers from a stationary store, or the guy didn’t know English. I guess I’ll never know. Additionally, I was sitting off to the side of a walkway filling out a form and tourists approached me and spoke very slow English to ask me if I spoke English. I looked at them briefly and let just enough silence pass before I spoke to them in my American accent. Needless to say, they were a little taken aback. It’s just been really funny.

5. Whiteness is a huge thing here. I look at some of the billboards and advertisements and people are blindingly almost impossibly white. I wouldn’t necessarily consider myself that dark, but sitting next to some of them women on the metro clearly demonstrates that I’m at least 10 shades darker than they are, and that’s an understatement. Additionally what I found interesting is that they use a lot of white Americans as advertisements. Seeing Western faces is a bit odd. One of which is Anne Hathaway and I’m still trying to figure out why.

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Overall, it’s been a great first week and I’ve done so many things that I can’t fit in this one blog post, so hopefully, I’ll be able to write more very soon!

First 48 Hours in Seoul

Well, I’m here.

The first 48 hours have been wild. Just coming out of Incheon Airport was overwhelming after a 13-hour flight. I will say this, the Koreans have public transportation down to a T. Getting an airport limousine ticket (think peter pan bus, but a lot better and a lot more efficient) and arriving at your location is incredibly easy, even someone with not a lot of common sense can do it. Of course, this is something sometimes I lack and well, I missed my bus stop. The poor bus driver freaked out and then decided to leave me in Itaewon, a neighborhood in Seoul known for foreigners, and told me to take a taxi. I hailed one (my first time ever hailing a taxi), tried to communicate, did not communicate effectively, the taxi drove away. Frantic, I see a white person who I just assumed spoke English, she did, and was able to eventually find my way to the place where I am staying. What should have been an hour to arrive at my destination, turned into a four-hour fiasco.

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Me: I’m so proud that I was able to buy this out of a machine. Everything will be great! Narrator: Everything would not be great.

The first full day here, I decided to walk down the street to get to know my neighborhood. I casually happen to see a really large building (an understatement of the century) and decide it would be fun to spend 30 minutes exploring. I stayed there for four hours. Little did I know what I was walking into… “I’Park Mall is an impressive shopping center in terms of size. It’s 1.6 times as large as the 63 Building (the tallest building in Seoul) and 2.3 times as large as COEX Mall. The mall houses over 3,600 shops, located from the third basement level to the mall’s ninth floor. The shopping center has almost everything: home products, discounted clothing, restaurants, the CGV IMAX 11, and more!” It was wild and it was a good thing that I had left most of my money back home. It was over 9 floors and it was just… one of the most magnificent things I have ever seen. The rest of the day I spent in my apartment settling in and buying groceries from Emart. Emart… that was also an overwhelming experience, but this is something will right about in another post.

The next day, I mainly stayed in my apartment because I still have finals I need to finish. I got a really nasty stomach virus that I ended up in the ER room (Thank you, Rachel, for taking me!). Long story short, I have a lot of papers I have to write. I was able to go on a great food tour with the man Seoul eats with a lovely group of travelers. Ate really good food and had really great conversation. 10/10 would recommend.

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Us enjoying our first meal of many on this tour.

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Us enjoying our last meal. Yes, that is a cheese in the middle.

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The squid are in season. You can tell because their heads are so large and filled with eggs.

Overall, the first 48 hours have been… overwhelming. I feel like this is going to be my word to describe this trip at large. Really… overwhelming, but amazing. I cannot believe that I am here, in South Korea, doing research, by myself. I have a lot of thoughts and opinions about everything has happened at and between these events, but this is all I have to write for now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Calling out Online Publications

I originally thought that I was going to post about South Korea on my post, instead, I’m going to post a think piece I wrote last night instead of sleeping before my trip. I submitted it to the Huffington Post, so we’ll see how that goes.

Where are the Asian Voices in the Huffington Post?

The past two years have been incredible for Asian Pacific Americans in regards to visibility. Now, more than ever, mainstream media has finally picked up on the discussions the community has been having for years. Whether it is white washing in Hollywood films, discussing the model minority myth, talking about hate crimes, or the murders of Muslim Americans and South Asian Americans, our voices are finally being heard, or are they?

The month of May is Asian Pacific American Heritage month, and usually, in my experience, it is rather lack luster. In fact, I didn’t even know that the Asian Pacific American community had a month until two years ago. To my surprise, when I opened my Spotify, they had created a page featuring music or curated playlists by Asian and Asian American artists. Looking through the playlists, I felt something that I cannot quite label yet; however, it is a feeling that I did not realize that I needed.
A few days ago, I saw an article circulating amongst some of my Asian friends on Facebook about how Asian Americans have the highest poverty rate in New York City, published by The Huffington Post. When I clicked the link, I noticed that the aesthetic had changed from since the last time I looked at the website, so I decided to take a look around. On the drop down menu, you have a ton of different categories to choose. One that piqued my interest wasScreen Shot 2017-05-10 at 12.01.54 PM.png Voices. Within Voices, are a list of subcategories of groups, with links to pages that have various articles that have been cross-listed in one spot. It includes Black Voices, Women, Queer Voices, Latino Voices, Fifty, and Parents. Nowhere in this category lists Asian voices. In fact, Asian Screen Shot 2017-05-10 at 12.02.01 PMvoices are not even listed anywhere on the navigation tool. Disgruntled, I was going to write this article to explain why there should be an Asian Voices page—it’s not like we don’t have activists, culture critics, and other means of expression. Ironically, all of the links above are articles directly from the Huffington post, and there are plenty more, so where is our page?

Funny enough, when I googled “Asian American Huffington post” to find articles to prove my point, I stumbled across an article explaining how the Huffington post acknowledges that there is a lack of space on the internet for Asian voices, so they created one. I was pleased to know that it existed, but then I questioned: If there’s a page that was established (in January of 2017), why is it not featured in the navigation menu? Part of me thought that maybe it was because the Huffington Post doesn’t have an active Asian reading population and they’re waiting for it to build. But, then I investigated more and discovered that their Facebook community, Brazen Asians, has over 15,000 followers.

My question remains: Where are the Asian voices in the Huffington Post? They publish countless articles about how the Model Minority erases the issues facing the Asian American community and other issues that render the community invisible, yet they have rendered the community even further by not featuring Asian Voices in their navigation bar. Am I petty? Perhaps. But, even the tiniest of slights can build and contribute to largersocietal issues.

 

 

My life is a spectacle

Hello Everyone,

Welcome to my blog, travel journal, brain dump, and general inner workings of my mind. I have always wanted to start a blog, but for a multitude of reasons never did. Now that I’m older, although not much wiser, I feel a lot more comfortable in expressing myself and would like a general outlet to dump all of my thoughts. You may be reading this and think, well why don’t have I have a journal? I do, but it’s more for a stream of thought process. This website is intended to push me as a writer and thinker about myself and my positionality in the world. Follow me on my adventures and non-adventures if you want and watch me struggle through life as the picture below demonstrates wonderfully (Thank you, Sally, for the photo).

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I can’t exactly remember how I got in this position, but I do remember struggling to get up from it.