Why do Asians all look the same?

All right, obviously, we don’t. I’ve never been too bothered by people who think that though, for one because their own inattention and lack of exposure isn’t my problem, and also because I actually frequently think, “Wow, that person I just saw on the street looks exactly like [acquaintance of the same ethnicity!]!”

But sometimes it does gets a bit old, like when your seminar professor, one of those “hardcore,” demanding types who makes a big show of getting to know each student personally (and also frequently white, male, and over 50 years old in my past experience but I won’t comment on that) constantly calls on you by the name of one of the two other Asian girls (both of whom are from completely different Asian countries) in your class. And vice versa. End personal rant.

Think you would never do such a thing? Try taking the age-old quiz at http://alllooksame.com/ and see if you really know what Chinese, Korean, and Japanese people look like. And if your score makes you feel like you’ve dishonored your family, perhaps this handy guide can be of use… http://askakorean.blogspot.com/2008/09/ultimate-korean-looks-list-how-to-pick.html

By the way, I’m pretty sure I got below average the first time I took that quiz. I guess all these years of watching different Asian dramas have all been for nothing.

APA Blog Contest Series: “The Grain in the Dossot Pot” by Arin Esther Kim

To go to a mokyoktang, all you need to bring is the fee and your body. With a bored cashier, you exchange the few rumpled bills for a locker key, then walk through an opaque curtain. You lock your shoes outside and enter barefoot—that was the easy part. Next, you begin to peel away every article of clothing from your body, even the underwear that is so adamant in bidding your buttocks farewell. You keep thinking, you need something, something to clutch onto, or wrap around your body. Your antsy fingers gnarl or flicker uneasily at your side. But the only thing you have on you are your hands, which are too small to cover up the expanse of your body. You involuntarily hunch over, and even your bare toes curl inward as you take wobbly steps along the slippery tiles. With your peripheral vision, you see the other women, and are astonished at their poise, chest outward as their breasts bounce in plain sight. The assortment of female bodies fascinates you: a naked batch of females varying from scrawny six year olds to grandmas lugging around the mammaries that have nursed four or five babies in their day. But alas, you keep your head down because you know making the slightest eye contact will have you running back for your brassiere and panties.

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200 Pounds Beauty: Plastic Surgery in the Name of Love

“I’m not cut out for love and diet.”

That’s just one of the gems I found in the Korean romantic comedy 200 Pounds Beauty, the first of three films in AASA’s Freshman Movie Series.

The film, which was screened in JE theater on Thursday January 28, centers around an morbidly overweight girl named Hanna whose problems in life, as the quote alludes to, are seriously hampered by her image, especially her self-image. She has a beautiful voice that she allows a record company to use to promote a more attractive girl’s singing career.  Her love life consists of phone sex with married men and dating men who merely use her to sell diet pills. When she is unsuccessful in losing weight, they dump her.  To complicate matters, Hanna is secretly in love with Sang-Jun, the handsome man whose family heads the record company.  One day, she cannot stand the ridicule anymore and decides to completely transform herself with plastic surgery.

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