I’m already sick and tired of seeing all these ice bucket challenge videos. It’s just too much. Everybody is doing it and sharing it on social media. I feel like it’s the new Kony 2014.
Let me preface this before I go deeper into this. I am not against raising awareness – although sometimes people raise awareness very poorly. I am not against raising money to help research to fight a disease. I am not against people banding together to do something good. This is all good. This is the intent of this fad. It’s good. I applaud it. The incoming money for it is fantastic and I commend the people who have donated. Props to all of you who did donate. All these videos are just overwhelming.
But isn’t it sad that it took viral videos, an ongoing online peer pressure to get people to care? That’s how we motivate Americans to do important things. I wonder how many people who did the challenge actually know what ALS is. Or maybe know the history of this challenge.
And of course if you’re in California, you’re wasting water. The state is in a drought and you willingly waste water. There are people out there who can’t get access to ice and/or water. But here we are wasting it.
Watch the video and pay attention to the Asian-American woman.
The first shame is that she appears to be ignorant to every single dish presented to her. Even if it isn’t from her culture, she should know of it. I don’t know if she’s white-washed (maybe) or not but it was shocking to see her react a certain way.
At the end, she kind of had a disgusted face when she talked about Asians eating things.
Maybe I’m just selfish in wanting all Asians in America to actually know something about their culture. She just seemed so shocked that these things exist.
I would eat all of the dishes presented to me with no problem. I’ve had half of them before.
But shame on those who appear disgusted or ignorant to their origins.
I’m trying to figure out if I got time for things now. I got this AAJA convention going on in mid June. Also at the same weekend, it’s the BTTF screening with some of the actors.
I want to go to Cooperstown for induction weekend, but I don’t know if that will happen.
Also, I got two concerts I am going to: Paul McCartney (August) and Fleetwood Mac (December) both back in the Bay.
Then also I got a wedding to go to this weekend and I plan to do a lot more stuff with church too.
I can handle it, but I hate so much uncertainty in the future and not something solid saying that I can and will have time for it. But hey, who knows what happens in the future now? I just know I got a lot I wanna do and I have to make sure I save up my time and money for it.
This came a few days ago. It rained and apparently people in LA can’t handle it. It’s somehow a newsworthy story. It wasn’t even heavy rain. It was just a light drizzle at most. And people got all out of whack trying to figure out what to do with some moisture in the air.
This is why I long to go back to the Bay. In the Bay, we don’t get crazy about rain. In LA, it’s all fake and distance from reality. Storm watch? It wasn’t a storm!
Seriously. Really? Wow.
Happy Independence Day. It’s a great opportunity for us to celebrate America and the stupid people in it. Aren’t you proud of this country?
Go celebrate! I wouldn’t mind joining you!
Preface: This was something that had been stirring in my heart for the past couple weeks. I can’t pinpoint exactly why, but I felt that I needed to write this post… or at least put it out there.
I am not actually gay. But having grown up in the Bay Area, having gay friends and really observing as an outsider, I wanted to share my thoughts on it. I haven’t been vocal about it in the past and part of it came because I wasn’t sure what to say. Now after some thinking, praying and reflection, I feel that at some level, I think I get it.
I probably will get some negative responses to this and that’s fine with me. I might get positive ones too. This message comes from the heart and I write this out of love.
When I first even got a glimpse or an idea of what being gay might be, I was a kid. I didn’t know what it meant really. I just thought it was some kind of term you used to say someone was different. I distinctly remember calling Michael Jackson gay because he was different. I don’t think it was necessarily the fact that he was very pale and sounded like a woman to me, but I just felt that being gay just meant you were different. I might have used it as an insult like this as a kid, but I never really believed it. I had no problem with it, really. It didn’t affect me, so it wasn’t my problem.
That mentality has stuck with me my entire life. I didn’t see it affecting my life, so I didn’t really deal with it. (When Prop 8 came around, I didn’t speak out for or against it. I don’t even remember if I voted.) Despite the fact that I grew up in the Bay Area, went to school with gays, it never really meant anything to me. Maybe because I was used to it. Maybe because I was never scolded or told how to feel about it. It wasn’t my life, so I just let it be.