April 2008 Archives

April 25, 2008

Abandoning Status

About a month ago, I stopped at a bakery, grabbing a pastry before heading off to meet a client. As I turned out of the parking lot and onto the street, I saw a man standing on the median with a sign and a cup. While not uncommon, what struck me was his attire: khakis, worn loafers, and an earth-toned pullover. Considering previous discussions I've entertained regarding their clothing choices, I was taken aback; this pan-handler's outfit was (dangerously?) close to my wardrobe.

"Wow, this neighborhood is more affluent than I thought," I sneered. "I'm at the same level as the bums."

Today, if I stood up and walked to the front window of my new apartment, I can see that very median. What has changed for me? Not a thing. I've not become any more affluent. I'm imagining that perhaps my brother on the street is in much the same situation as well. Now, however, we walk in much closer circles, and the disparity between us is amplified.

I'd like to think that my affinity with him was more than just clothing options. But how often do we consider each other based on how we are dressed? Don't be caught in last season's offerings. In this new neighborhood, Mercedes are the new Honda; try a Maybach, Bentley or Lambo if you want to set yourself apart. All the houses are big--even the small ones. I live here, but never have I felt more out of step.

This environment has exacerbated my recent contemplations on status. Never before have I been more inclined to reject the concept of status altogether.
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April 24, 2008


boutique, originally uploaded by nabenori.

April 21, 2008

Where I accept they aren't Asian

Last week my young and reckless classmate Amy gave me a good grilling. "Your wife is Filipina? How did you meet?" she asked. "Was she a mail-order bride? Did you actually know her before you bought her?" This is typical of the conversation that we have leaving class.

"You have an Asian fetish, don't you?" she continued, without pause. I laughed, countering her assertion with the fact that she, being Chinese-American with a white boyfriend, either was an unwitting victim or actually encouraging the stereotyping. Maybe she had a "white fetish" that merited discussion. As you can guess, the remainder of the discussion didn't really hit any breakthroughs.

But the issue of an Asian fetish is one that hits close to home, for a unique reason. I've never felt the branding applied to me; from the time I met Fru until now, I'd say that my preference for females was most occupied by latin and mediterranean attributes. But recently I've discussed with Fru the worry that I'm becoming prejudiced against Asian-Americans, both male and female.

"Great," she says. "Now you're gonna hate me too."

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April 3, 2008

This is what 29 looks like

0403080002.jpg, originally uploaded by Leftsider.

April 1, 2008


UnJump, originally uploaded by mrking2.