Sunday, October 2, 2011

"What's in that?"

Dear Mr./Ms. Curious,

Some people might enjoy being cultural ambassadors. I personally don't. I like being left alone when enjoying my mooncakes, broken rice, or whatever cultural oddity I might be consuming. I don't want you to express an interest in my culture. If you ask me what I am eating, I will answer, "Mooncake," or whatever translation I have already prepared in anticipation of someone asking me.

This is where you leave me the eff alone and consult your smartphone. It's connected to the internet and someone on the internet who loves mooncakes can tell you every GD ingredient. I honestly don't know whether it's baked or steamed. I don't know what the filling is made of. I don't want to compare it to any Chinese/Japanese/Korean/Thai dish that you may be familiar with. I don't know what typical moon cakes look like or what they represent. I don't want to tell you the origin of the moon festival or every myth that surrounds it. I am trying to effing eat my moon cake.

I didn't know the difference between a wot and a tib. I looked it up! I still can't really tell the difference between a flauta and a taquito, but when someone offered me one or the other, I fucking ate it. I didn't sniff and wrinkle my nose. I didn't demand to know every single ingredient before putting it in my mouth. It's just one bite! From that point, I formed an opinion. It's a simple system. I encourage you to try it.

In closing, I implore you to take a bite of this or stfu.

Love,
Anh

Monday, September 26, 2011

Thursday, September 22, 2011

come again?

Waitress's name tag read: Fatrick.

Immediately after she left our table, one of the guys said, "Did her parents seriously name her Fat Trick?"

In case you were wondering, she pronounces it fuh-treeq.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Mid-Autumn Festival

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That's right; I do stuff on the weekends now.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Why do girls get into clubs for free?

I hate this question! David So mentioned it in one of his vlogs on clubbing. My boyfriend comments on it regularly. "Is it because you guys have boobs?"

No, idiots. It's because event promoters and club owners who set the rules are mostly men (Correct me if I'm wrong, and clubs and promoting companies are actually overwhelmingly headed by women). Men want to entice men to come to clubs by packing it with women. Men want to entice women to come to clubs by giving them free admission.

If the incentives were reversed, would the strategy be just as successful? For example, women are enticed to come to clubs that are packed with attractive young men. The young men, on the other hand, are enticed to come by the offer of free admission. I'd like to think that in a gender equal world, the strategy would have the same effect whether it was men or women who were given the free admission.

However, from my own personal experience, it seems like men are the ones who are requesting to be outnumbered by women. Most women I know don't care whether or not there's going to be a lot of men as long as there are "cute" men. Men I know tend to care about the numbers. They express revulsion at attending a "sausage fest" and whenever they throw parties, they specifically tell me to "bring girls."

So let's think about this. It's men who have decided that a great party is one where men are greatly outnumbered by women. It's men who run these promoting companies and clubs and set up these policies as part of their business strategies. It's the overall fantasy of being surrounded by beautiful women that fuels these enterprises and you, penis possessor, are getting all upset as if women are somehow responsible for manipulating club owners to gain some nominal advantage? Stupid.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

"You know me, I like giving answers like, 'Possibly you can do this. Maybe that's not the strongest argument. Technically you can, but it might not work,' while Anh is just like, 'No, that's not going to work.'" - Staff attorney. I love her.


Monday, September 12, 2011

Friday night wedding

I caught the bouquet!

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