americanized asian week


Chan is Missing. Dir. Wayne Wang. 1982.

Perhaps better known for his higher-profile commercial films, Hong-Kong born and San Francisco-bred director Wayne Wang’s low-budget directorial debut, Chan is Missing, features a subtle, complex, and thoroughly funny meditation on immigration and identity. One of the first films to capture the everyday lives of Asian immigrants, Chan is Missing depicts two Chinese-Americans, Jo (Wood Moy), a middle-aged taxi driver, and his insolent nephew Steve (Mark Hayashi), as they attempt to search for their enigmatic friend Chan, who has disappeared with $4,000 of their money. Their quest takes them through San Francisco’s Chinatown, and leads them to encounters with a host of oddball characters who provide the two with vague and contradictory clues into Chan’s background and whereabouts that only further confounds them. Endearingly anticlimactic and earnest in tone, Chan is Missing is a quiet, yet seminal work in Asian American cinema.

Tomita was born in Okinawa, the daughter of Shiro and Asako Tomita. She is ¼ Filipino on her mother’s side of the family. Her father was a distinguished Japanese-American man who was interned at Manzanar, California, during part of World War II, then later became a Los Angeles police officer, rising to the rank of sergeant and helping to form the first Asian Task force in that Department.[1] Her father died of cancer in 1990. Tomita graduated from Granada Hills High School in the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles.[2]

Before becoming an actress, Tomita won the title of Queen at the Nisei Week Pageant in Los Angeles in 1984,[3] and Miss Nikkei International in 1985. In 1987, Tomita made her Japanese singing debut on the label Polydor. She released a single and an album.[4] (From Wikipedia)

They Only Like Filipino-American Pop Culture

They only like Filipino-American Pop Culture, but they don’t like Filipino people.

They like seeing them on America’s Dance Crew, to American Idol, but don’t even bother with Filipino traditional dance or folk music. They can easily say “Annyeonghasaeyo”, but don’t even know how to say “Oo”.

They line up to join Filipino Student Clubs for the Dance Practices, but don’t participate to support the Typhoon Charity Events.

They like the Swag Style, Urban Hipster and Modern Gentlemen clothing, the haircuts, piercings, snapbacks and tattoos, but don’t like the sound or language writing styles of it.

They like their “Eurasian” features and “Spanish” sounding names, but don’t like the tan skin or the ethnic last names. They show up for Karaoke Nights and Music Jam Sessions, but leave empty seats at Filipino culture shows and history lessons.

They follow Filipino Instagram Models, Youtube Singers, and Dance Crew Members, but don’t know anything about the Filipino-American experiences.

They only like Filipino-American Pop Culture, but they don’t like Filipino people.

ootd: thursday, april 10, 2014

skirt: modcloth
tank: lane bryant
jacket: old navy
shoes: cole haan

i was on a panel for asian american awareness week on gender and sexuality today. it was kind of amazing to meet four other queer asian american folks in my city I didn’t know. solidarity and community building with other asian american folks is difficult enough but the underlying theme of what folks talked about was, ‘i found community outside of api space because there weren’t folks like me there’. thinking about it makes me really sad. as many complicated and difficult feelings and experiences I’ve had within my own ethnic community and the larger asian american community, I still want to be a part of those spaces. I need them and the ache of absence flared today as we shared our similar experiences of isolation.

I had a lot of anxiety about my outfit today. I wanted to present myself as authentically as possible and I felt so good getting dressed. but I didn’t want to deal with the stress of the stares and being so vibrantly visible to people who would never be able to see me. I was also the only femme on the panel, the only fat person, although our moderator was also a queer fat asian femme!

there was also something about my presentation today that invited a high number of unsolicited interactions with white women. In an hours time at least three white women tried to chat me up like we were best friends, on the train, at Ross and in a restaurant. So weird.