The Model Minority...

For some odd reason, my journals of late seem to revolve around death. The first two were the passing of great men, who in their own way, have impacted my life in one way or another. Yes, Don Ho did provide an impact on my life. I mean honestly, who doesn't remember fondly, the one party they attended where people all knew the words and sang along. But I digress. I won't go into the details since we all seem to know the basics pretty well, and I'm not even going to try and sort through the media hype and speculation surrounding Monday's events. The question I have is this: what impact does this event have on Asian Americans, especially males?

The answer – not a damn thing.

Sure, if I try to walk into a store and buy a Glock over the next few weeks, I’m sure to get a look from the guy behind the counter that I normally wouldn’t get, wondering if I’m going to wander onto UNLV campus and start shooting people but part of me would be stupid to assume otherwise. Does what happened really change my status as being part of the “Model Minority” here in America? Let’s think about what it means to have that label. What comes to most minds when you think Asian American male? Well, aside from that (you asshole – how many have you seen anyway), you’re probably thinking that he’s good at math, is probably in some science or financially related field, plays the piano or violin really well and probably knows kung fu. Wow, those are all qualities we look for in someone we really admire. Thanks a lot my fellow Americans. That whole label is nothing but a slap in the face. If we’re such the Model Minority, why do you always have to ask us, “No, where are you really from” all the time? Should you even care? These so-called other non-Model Minorities never have to answer those questions. Now you’re just going to ask us if we’re going to shoot you every time we don’t agree with you on something. In essence, you already thought little of us, so we couldn’t go any lower.

America, thanks for emasculating me over the last few years and Cho, thanks for being Korean. At least I don’t have that to deal with when people ask me where I’m really from in the future.

I am an American of Taiwanese descent and it’s about time you started recognizing that. And stay the fuck away from my sister. Or else…