No. 293 The unglamouristy of Time magazine's "Between Two Worlds"

Ok, so I just finished reading this article in Time called "Between Two Worlds." I wasn't impressed because I don't know, maybe it's like Time magazine like the other news magazines are the type of magazines to do learn about news on the surface. This article was nothing. It has no meaning besides touching the surface of being an Asian-American. They talk about the hypen, the quota, the general thing like model minorities, working in restaurants, etc. In the end they say how lonely that each and everyone one of them are, but most of them aren't though. The fact is, they all seem to have a life. One is married and has a child, another is a teacher and has people who look up to him, another is going to be a therapist after finding out she couldn't find anyone who understood herself. They also talk about how they lived in suburbia and therefore was more secluded, although it's really, "because you could get out of the ghetto your parents gave you something more." They talk about the enviable hatred of parents and Asianess and now the love and "born again" Asians they are, while the writers say that they too are Asian Americans and quote Amy Tan and Chang Rae Lee. Yes, so what, what is the big deal? I don't know, but I mean, I think especially given that the authors are Asian Americans, you think they would touch base with more, also given the fact that they had 6 other Asian Americans talking for 3 hours about their struggles and tribulations, you think they could bring something more to the table, something less surface, something less skimming, something more real, something pure, something that puts a new spin to the "plight of being Asian American." It was just disappointing because in the end, you knew that all those kids were happy, even though they didn't have "asian friends" but in the end, they all turned out well, they found ther Asian side and their American side or either they are faking it for the people. They all seem successful, all seem like they don't struggle anymore, they all seem perfectly find and without any attribution to any of the things that their parents probably had to fight and work hard for. They just all think it's so hilarious that oh yea, they had to fight to go to prom and that they never celebrated Christmas. So normal and so nominal. You know, it just kind of saddens me because I know there are these "other" Asian Americans out there, those that struggle with finding jobs (not because they are losers or not the model minority) but wanting to find jobs that are meaning for themselves, relationships-lack and fullness of them, the relaity of not having anyone to lean on and how hard that was. Also, they just talk about discrimination and I wonder how do they feel about it now? Yes, no one says, "my yellow friend" anymore, but there is this thing, this myth of Asians-model minority anyone? Submission anyone? Delicate, unmasculine, tea drinking, scheming, mafia style? In a sense people, this is what i'm looking for an an article:

a story about a young girl and a young boy. I want the comparison, but I want the story of how they don't get along with Asians or Americans. The issue: you're too rich for Asians, you're too rich for Americans. You're not Asian enough. You're not American enough. Where is their story? That is the story I want, that is the story I want to read about. I don't want to read about the stereotypical quotas, all white friends, resenting parents, any of that. I want to hear the stories of the Rich Asian Americans who never felt they fit into either cultures. The young girl/boy who spent 10,000 USD on a dinner (very Asian) while spending another 1,000 on that Gucci bag/Gucci croc loafers? Whatever happened to the story of the Rich Gay Asian American? Where are you, where are your stories?

I know where you are, you are one in a million. You are the ones that protect your family and what was in your past and present. You are the silent ones. You are the stereotype, you just have money, further alienating you from the rest of America, and Asian Americans. You shuttle inbetween two worlds, your homeland and your other homeland, making you the jet setting Asian American, even further alienating you from the normal Asian Americans who balkle about working in their store or that really hard chem homework. You are the one that held court in the VIP section of some random club drinking clear drinks and dancing with that top you got from your homeland. The other Asian American, he/she is serving you drinks and is damn good looking too, but she/he wouldn't go for you, you're not on the same level. There's no getting with people who aren't on your level-what would your parents say? Is that a WASP statement or a RAAS (Rich Asian American Statement)?