mishmash

Musings for Asians of Mixed Race

To my lovely mishmash ladies. . . April 30, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — melissalou @ 10:56 am

Forgot to share this little gem I found in an antique shop in Ohio. . .

Dumb!

 

Migraine leaves woman speaking with Chinese accent? April 20, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — melissalou @ 10:40 am

um.. .

Migraine leaves woman speaking with Chinese accent?

In other news, you can actually suffer brain damage from a migraine!? Wow – that’s scary!

 

What did you mark? April 19, 2010

Filed under: Asian American,Mixies — melissalou @ 11:02 pm

http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory?id=10411659

I choose “multiracial.”

 

Pride and Power in Ambiguity April 2, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — tanookie23 @ 9:49 pm
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I’ve recently become a daily reader of Yes Magazine.  Their articles focus on peace, social justice, race, politics, environmentalism, and other fascinating and important topics.  Recently, Yes Magazine released their spring issue entitled America: The Remix.  The personal histories are fantastic.  One of my favorite quotes from the essay, Generation Mixed: Breaking the Race Barrier is, “I…began to see my identity as something I could choose to define as liberating.  It takes a monumental effort to make that choice within a culture that defines ambiguity as loss, where you are neither Chinese nor white.  Multiracial existence is a struggle for empowered ambiguity” – Jenny Lee, Allied Media Conference/Detroit Summer

I’m glad that ambiguity is becoming something that we can openly embrace.  Yet, lately, I find myself tired of all the mixed race talk.  I am not saying we are beyond race or anything like that, but I’m changing.  I find myself surrounded primarily by Asian Americans and Mixies and honestly, I don’t feel anything but Asian American.  Here, in San Francisco, I don’t use the word Hapa, I don’t care what kinds of questions people ask me.  I’m bored with the whole thing.  Recently, I spent a few days in LA with an all Asian American group of friends (save for my friend Alvaro) and it was just (I hate to use the word normal) simple, easy.  My race was irrelevant.  I ate Chinese food.  I used Mandarin when I could.  It was a kind of belonging that felt right.

Perhaps with time my racial ennui will subside, perhaps not.  I’ll let you know.

 

 
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