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the wonderful world of dating – part two

being an girl is tough. being a korean girl is tougher.

2. “i love kimchi!”

i hate when guys use the culture card. it’s as if we’re playing pictionary and he’s guessing the first few words that come to his mind when the word “korea” pops up. dude, you’re just scaring me. stop.

let’s start with the word “kimchi.”
i don’t know why people think it’s a big deal that they can eat it. cause it’s really not. it’s a dish of spicy fermented vegetables. not even the main dish. it’s a fcking side dish. it’s just there on the table like salt and pepper.

if it’s not kimchi, honorary mention goes to bibimbap/soondubu/galbi.
“i’ll take you to koreatown to get some *insert random korean dish*”
btch please. i rather go by myself. and plus, i like pizza.
it’s almost as if they’re expecting me reward them with a key to a hidden massage parlor with happy endings just because they can eat korean food.

to make matters worse, he’ll bust out some random words.
“ahnyoung!” “saranghae” “nuh yaebbo”
first off, be respectful and add “-hasaeyo/-yo”.
secondly, you think you’re cute, huh?
it’s as cute as frank oiled up in always sunny. please stop.
it’s also quite obvious that your hearing is impaired because i’ve been speaking english this whole time.

a conversation with the kimchi loving, butchered korean speaking man would usually begin with the following dialogue:

“where are you from?”
new york

“no, i mean where are your parents from?”
new jersey

“no, i mean country.”
…usa

it’s as if being american is not good enough that i have to belong to another country. if you must insist, i’m korean american, but why does that matter?

is it because you’d like to make the conversation interesting and ask me if i’m from the north or south? why don’t you make it even more interesting and ask me if korean men are abusive?

instead why don’t you please go ahead and ask me the ultimate question:
“is it true that asian girls are kinky?”
every time i hear this question, the feeling of cringe i get is equivalent to walking into a room while an old man is fondling a child. you’re just left speechless in disgust while standing there in shock trying to understand what is happening in front of your very eyes.

moral of the post is that when people resort to stereotypes it’s fcking condescending and violating. be yourself and keep the cultural comments to yourself.

to my kimchi loving, butchered korean speaking man, please do me a favor and stay away from me because i don’t need a green card and most importantly i ain’t got time for that.

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