Radical Ramblings by Shiuan Butler

Crush fantasies

April 16th, 2012

Where I talk about crushes—how they’re fine to have and how they may naturally fade.

 

Sounds yummy right? Why are the biggest delusions the most tempting? So I might have a little crush/fantasy going on right now, involving minor delusions of going off into the sunset (in Hawai`i) with my tanned, buff, surfer-boyfriend and never ever having another care in the world again. It’s been an on-and-off fantasy of mine for the last several years. Mostly off, until recent events.

 

My point here being that crushes—while in a relationship—is completely fine, and understandable and natural and nothing to pretend as if one doesn’t have them or we are sinners if we do. And it really has and says nothing about our partners at all. Our partners cannot be everything to us—that is, we will and should be doing other activities with other friends too—and it’s OK if they sometimes get overlapped with a rescuing-fantasy. Especially when fights happen. Which it might have. All day yesterday.

 

But back to my scrumptious crush-fantasy: It’ll be perfect. We’ll smile at each other all day, everyday. We’ll eat healthy food, always, of course. Be perfectly tanned (with none of those weird light spots I was getting on my lower back when I left Hawai`i). Of course, he’ll find everything I have to say delightful, always. And no little children running about. Just me and him, watching sunsets and rainbows everyday until I die. No—no dying either.

 

So, while it’s understandable that one has crushes once in a while while in a relationship, it’s important to still have perspective. What is ‘perspective?’ Well, I’d say the understanding that it is a fantasy, unrealistic, impossible and not necessarily what would make one happy. (Add chemistry, attraction, and lust along with that as well.) Our feelings are natural. They are what they are. It does not mean we need to act upon them. Most of the time it would behoove us to not act upon them. Sometimes if one allows one to fantasize until the end then one realizes oneself how fantastical it was in the first place and it loses its power on one.

Movie Review: Banana In A Nutshell

March 9th, 2012

This article explores the struggles and confusions of a young Asian woman Kiwi (New Zealander) as she attempts to persuade her parents to accept her white boyfriend over a span of several years. I highlight the larger picture of the high rate of Asian female – white male couples reminding us that if we are not aware of the oppressions in our lives then we are in danger of being ignorant ourselves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here are the article’s 3 main points:

  1. The filmmaker doesn’t realize she herself is being as biased as her parents. She accuses her parents of being narrow-minded and conservative in not accepting her white boyfriend. But she does not realize her own bias towards white men.
  1. Roseanne, the filmmaker, naively assumes she lives in a bubble and doesn’t consider the racism she’s living in that has set her up to not want to learn about her heritage and identity as a Chinese woman.
  1. She connects everything Chinese to her parents. She thinks she is not interested in or like Chinese culture because she does not agree with her parents. She does not think about all the young people in China and Taiwan and Hong Kong who too are rebelling against their parents!

1. The filmmaker’s own bias towards white men

After watching the 115-minute documentary, “Banana in a Nutshell”, about a young Chinese Kiwi (New Zealander) woman trying to convince her parents for years to accept her white boyfriend, I was feeling extra frustrated. Somehow I almost related more with her conservative, immigrant Chinese parents than with her. I too am a Chinese American girl who has grown up primarily in a Western country. (I assume she was born in NZ whereas I was born in Taipei and came to the U.S. at age 6.) At age 12, I declared to my mother—to her shock—that I would never, ever date an Asian man—not having had a good first impression with my first abusive dad. Then things changed. I met and had an amazing connection with a beautiful, tough, sensitive Nepali man for a few years. I have since dated and slept with Asian men and believe them to be terribly attractive, smart, brilliant, funny and get me off.

I cannot but feel extreme frustration—and even a bit pissed—when I see an Asian female Kiwi dating a white guy and criticizing her parents because they simply will not accept their white boyfriend/fiancee. How can you condemn your parents for their supposed conservatism and bias when you too are discriminating yourself? I feel so many Asian women are loathe to openly admit their strong preference for white men. The problem is, it’s not just a general preference when it’s all that they date. That’s not a preference (nor is it reverse discrimination)—it’s internalized racism. Internalized racism is when, as a person of color, you start believing the racism that has been targeted at you and your own people or another people of color group. So while this twentysomething (?) Chinese girl with a New Zealand accent is crying and complaining about the cruelty of her parents not accepting her several-year relationship with a white man, I assume that she probably has never dated an Asian guy nor wants to. But she wouldn’t want to admit that either.

According to the 2010 U.S. Census, Asian women had the second highest percentage of marriage to a group outside of their own: 529,000 Asian women married to white men. Asian male and white female married couples were less than half that at 219,000. That statistic I was not surprised to find. However, this I found quite telling: “Asian Americans of both genders who are U.S.-raised are much more likely to be married to Whites than their non-U.S.-raised counterparts.” (Why is that? Is that “natural” or something we should be concerned about?) The site also notes that the rates of marriage between Asian Americans and whites have declined in the last several years. Wonder why?

The difference between Asian female and white male couples is that society’s oppressions—namely racism and sexism—has set them up to prefer each other. American society has demasculinized Asian men and due to racism raises white men up as the idyllic partner, in terms of status and power in society. Whereas Asian male and white female couples actually have to fight against society’s oppression to be together: White women need to see Asian men as human and not believe the demasculinization stereotype of Asian males. Asian men need to not believe it as well to have confidence to pursue white women who are also held up as ‘better than’ and the ‘ideal’ partner to have. (And there is, of course, the all too common stereotype of the size of Asian male private parts, etc.)

 

2. Her only connection to Chinese-ness is her parents

Another mistake the filmmaker made was in confusing the two issues of generation gap and cultural differences together and then drawing incorrect conclusions from them. Every kid experiences the generation gap. It is also called young people’s oppression (which I talk about here, here, and here) when we want to rebel against our parents, having been under their thumb, and feeling powerless and frustrated about not having a say in our lives all those years just because we weren’t 18 yet. And she was confusing this with the extra cultural difference that she has with her parents as well. It’s hard enough just dealing with one’s parents as a teenager. But when they are from an extremely different culture as the one you grew up in (for example, children of immigrants) it makes your relationship seem almost impossible.

So not only is it a generation gap of 30 odd years that all kids have to deal with with their parents, and a different technology age, and controlling parents, etc. They are also from a completely different culture—and she cannot and does not want to understand where they’re coming from. I can see a similar thing on my younger brother. He grew up predominantly in the U.S., so not only is he very Americanized but he doesn’t really understand how my mom grew up. He gets annoyed at her nagging and doesn’t understand why she’s so worried about so many things so much of the time.

And so the filmmaker wants to rebel against her parents and have her own choice in her boyfriend. A common teenager problem across all races. However, she subconsciously rebels against her parents and (intentionally?) at Chinese culture at the same time. She thinks it’s the same thing. Because she doesn’t have any other reference to things Chinese except her parents. She’s mad her sister got off the hook by marrying a Chinese guy—who subsequently doesn’t speak a word of Chinese.

So Roseanne’s mad at her parents because she feels they won’t just let her be happy and have true love. They’re mad because she won’t accept her Chinese identity. At the end of the movie they accept her white boyfriend to become their son-in-law, on the grounds that she will learn to read and write Chinese along with him. Kind of hilarious, kind of tragic roundabout way of showing to her this is what they really wanted all along—for her to embrace and love her Chinese identity. It wasn’t really about her white partner after all. Maybe it took them several years to figure that out for themselves too and accept her for who she was. Maybe they’re not as conservative and rigid as she thought.

 

3. Because of racism she is not interested in learning about her identity or even aware of her disinterest

Roseanne is so westernized to the point that she is not interested in learning more about her Chinese identity (a study abroad or trip back home could help) and is not aware of her own biases against dating Asian men. (Dating is one of the most obvious places of seeing where our “preferences” or discrimination lies. If we have racism towards black people, then we certainly wouldn’t date them. If we have an Asian woman fetish, then that’s mostly whom we’d try to date.) Has she dated Asian men before? Is she even willing to give them a chance at all? Let’s say she really did meet the love of her life at age 20 and really should be with him for the rest of her life. Is she aware of the phenomenon that so many Asian women date white men instead of Asian men, and that this is not a coincidence?

This phenomenon is connected directly to racism in society and to Asian women’s internalized racism and so when she makes her own individual choice of who to be with for the rest of her life (fine, it’s great her parents are finally letting her be with who she wants to be with) it would be extremely beneficial to her to realize that.

It’s naive of her to think it is only about her parents being more open and accepting her for who she is. It would be greatly beneficial to learn about the affect that racism has had on her (as well as her parents) in affecting her choice of who she feels close to, why she relates to white men more than Asian men, and why she’s adverse to Asian men.

She also could learn more about her parents’ background in China, what their childhoods were like, what their parents’ expectations were of them, how they immigrated to New Zealand and their struggles starting out.

I also felt like this when I was a kid—before I moved back to Taiwan for middle school—that I hated Chinese culture and I hated my parents ‘forcing’ me to do weird Chinese things. To me, everything related to Chinese was connected to them. Whereas if I had grown up in Taiwan, it’s not like I wouldn’t rebel against them—I’d still be my own person—I just wouldn’t be hating everything Chinese. I would just be ‘hating’ them like all teenagers go through at some point in their lives.

We are not living in bubbles that are oppression-free. We make individual choices but we are also simultaneously affected by societal oppressions. Like advertising, its powers lessen when we are aware of them.

I appreciate the filmmaker’s attempts at putting her story out there, honestly and openly. I hope it can be a model for other Asian women to put their stories out too, including how racism and other oppressions has affected their lives.

 

Author’s note: I usually hate being preachy or “lecturing” too much, but the filmmaker’s ignorance was just a bit too infuriating.

 

Sources:

Asian Nation: Asian American History, Demographics & Issues

http://www.asian-nation.org/interracial.shtml

Interracial Marriage in the United States

http://bit.ly/zdCahG

SHAME

December 10th, 2011

  Went to dinner last night at MasalaWala in Lower East Side with a girl friend and quite enjoyed it. I always like supporting new, local, independent shops. And environmental with their recycled paper plates.

 

Turns out I decided to join her after to check out the movie, SHAME, with Michael Fassbender (X-MEN FIRST CLASS), Carey Mulligan (whom I really enjoyed in AN EDUCATION) and directed and written by Steve McQueen. All she told me was the main character is a sex addict and something about his sister having issues too. I was concerned it might be a downer but decided to check it out anyways (the BF was away and I decided to actually go out for once).

I have to say it was quite—interesting. No, of course it didn’t have a happy tale ending as I expected. Was it a cop-out as my girl friend suggested? Well, did I want to watch him keep doing his sex orgies, and online videos, and porn for another hour? No, not really. I find it brave that a man was brave enough to write a script on a topic that is either generally considered taboo or actually “normal” in our society. It’s expected that you will be having sex by the third date—at least in some circles. And am impressed that a man is sure enough in himself to take on that role. As much as it may seem like a “cool” or “hot” character to play—trust me—McQueen did not portray this character as happy with his addiction. It was an affliction. It ate up his energy every minute. It consumed him. I mean it is called SHAME after all.

Not all of the graphic images were necessary, and I definitely felt I needed to wash the images out of my head after—as it also brought up some not-so- good memories of my past life—but it was an interesting attempt to try to understand how our society has bred such fucked up humans. At my workshop last weekend on “sexism and male domination,” the leader also mentioned how it’s usually men under 40 something that are addicted to porn.

Any comments or thoughts from folks on all of this?

Chinglish

November 4th, 2011

I had looked forward to David Henry Hwang’s Broadway play, “Chinglish,” with much anticipation and excitement. I loved DHH’s previous plays. And an Asian American play on Broadway! I certainly had never considered I might be disappointed. But disappointed I was and am.

I moved to New York City so I could have the opportunity to see Asian American theater, spoken word, art shows, etc on a regular basis. They are not an oddity here. It’s great. However, I’ve been disappointed twice lately. Yesterday I attended a performance at the Museum of Chinese in America— which turned out to be worse than a play reading— with long tables, a useless powerpoint show, and a long rendition of facts of 21st century wars in China. Really?

But back to Chinglish. I usually love David Henry Hwang. His play, “Yellow Face,” which I had the great fortune of catching just after moving to NYC in 2007 was absolutely fantabulous. Moving, touching, the characters revealed vulnerabilities of the writer himself and his struggles with his own family. Fast-moving and thought-provoking, it was deeply satisfying.

Chinglish was none of these. The play is about Chinese – U.S. business relations and focuses on an Ohioan businessman and his affair with a married Chinese woman. At some points I didn’t understand her definition of Chinese marriage myself with her broken English—loyalty and commitment while love was secondary, I believe it was. However, the first act was a teaser and by intermission I was sure deeper meaning in the characters’ relationships would explode to the surface and I would be wowed and blown away. And my BF, whom I brought, would see how great Asian American theater could be—this being his first.

Again, I was wrong.

I did like that the play was in mostly Chinese. That was a pleasant surprise. Also watching a play in Mandarin in the U.S. with English subtitles was a first. However, beyond the simple fact that the play was about Chinese people—but not Chinese Americans or Asian Americans—there wasn’t much I took away from it. Except that Chinese in China apparently look upon U.S. financial disasters and corruption like Enron with appreciation and even admiration??

Huan Zhu Ge Ge

October 20th, 2011

This is the new Chinese TV show I am currently addicted to: Huan Zhu Ge Ge or The Princss of the Returning Pearl. I kept protesting to the BF that I would never get into a Chinese historical show (having attempted and failed once already) but guo ran ru tzi — as it turns out— I have absolutely fallen in love with it.

The story is quite complex by now (I’m on episode 17) but essentially involves two poor young women, one sophisticated and educated, the other a martial arts expert who says whatever she thinks, and their story as they look for the former girl’s dad and how they end up in the Emperor’s Palace of all places! They are in a heavenly place and in the Emperor’s favor, but how will they keep their status and the Emperor’s endearment when the truth finally comes out about their true identities?? We shall see!

I love that one of the young women is a martial arts expert. Now I have dreams of flying 20 feet in the air and kicking the shit out of random men whenever I feel like. Sometimes the drama and the romance gets a bit much—everything is soo dramatic, and everyone is longing and pining and suffering, it gets a bit exhausting. However, I love learning all the beautiful tsi yu—poetic phrases. I forgot Chinese was so beautiful. I’m not sure if there is an english subtitled version, but I definitely highly recommend it!

** In other news, I will be writing an exclusive for the Women’s Media Center on the Anita Hill Conference and what it represents 20 years later. So look for that this weekend!

Radical Ramblings by Shiuan Butler