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My Generation of Asian-Americans Sucks. last modified: Monday, June 06, 2005 (1:17:13 AM) (Like my mini-essay on anime going into the toilet, this will likely become an actual polished piece someday.)
I don't know when this happened or who started it. Maybe it was the Joy Luck Club. Maybe we started noticing the token Asian girl included along with the other minorities in the Gap catalogs. All I know is that my generation of Asian-Americans are totally lame.
There is no science yet behind this opinion, only anecdote and personal experience.
The personal experience boils down into one simple observation. When I go out with my friends, the running gag is that we’re basically the only Asians at anything we try to do around town. Austin is a predominantly white and Hispanic town, but there is a sizable Asian population on the college campus. Austin City Limits? We’re the only ones at the taping with 200+ people. Asian-American Film Festival? We’re among the only Asians, especially from our age group, in the theater. Drinking – at a place that serves something other than Bud Light and Lone Star. Yup, just us. It was funny for the first few years. Now I’m just mad.
Where are all the Asians? Somwehere along the line, Asian-Americans held a secret meeting where they decided to embrace that most annoying aspects of the American Dream. The documentary for this would be horrifying. My entire generation is front-loaded with shallow, inane, and uninteresting individuals. Cheers, you became a doctor. Cheers, you’re a consultant with some corporate ship of fools. So may I ask, what do you do in your spare time? You... watch TV? Anything else? You.... surf the Internet? When was the last time you created something interesting? Tell me, all this time paying for more education and more status and more furniture, did you ever stop and think about what you really wanted to do in life?
Some of us are pretty cool. You and I may never meet them due to the sheer amount of talentless, trained monkies standing in the way.
Take music for example. Middle-class Asian-American children are probably saddled with music lessons in anything from one to several instruments at a much higher percentage that the our counterparts from other cultures. But how many of those go on to careers in music that don’t involve Chopin, Bach, or other people who have been dead for a century or more? Yeah, I’m sure you can name a few. So can I. If you even bothered to bring that up as a counterargument, I’m probably talking about you, so sit down.
It’s a weird cross between the Asian sterotypes of yesteryear and the Asian reality of today. We’re supposed to be the good minority. We don’t rock the boat. To be a success, ironically, we’re supposed to not worry about what we want and be the doctor that our parents wanted us to be. Why? So we can help people? No, so they can brag to their other Asian friends. Embracing the arts is generally a failure. Doing what you want to do is generally a failure. Making lots of money is generally a success. Most of the time, you’re even encouraged to do it at the expense of your peers if necessary.
I challenge any Asian-American between the age of 18 and 34 reading this:
What inspires you? Do you even know? Have you even bothered to spend a few years figuring it out? Who did you really want to be?
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