#Upandcoming #Quarterlifer

Reclaiming the quarter-life crisis, one hashtag at a time

5 Things I Learned Playing Online Survivor

Greetings my avid readers (or something like that). If you’re still there–thanks for hanging in there with me. My life has seen a lot of changes since I last wrote. Finished up my first quarter of graduate school, turned 29 (WHAT), moved my life to Chicago, nursed my ailing cat (more info here: https://www.gofundme.com/helpforjuju). And  know that’s no excuse for my lack of musings, but I’ll always strive to get better. To make it up to you, here’s a nice light-hearted post!

If you’ve been paying attention, you might remember that I’m somewhat (ok, actually) a nerd. I may be ‘outing’ some of my friends by saying this but…I’VE PLAYED ONLINE SURVIVOR.

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Defining American

Sometimes, when I hear a word, images and stories immediately come rushing into my head.

American.

Betsy Ross sewing stars and stripes. Laura Ingalls running across the prairie. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed kids watching fireworks. The Oregon Trail. Hands on hearts screeching out the Star-Spangled Banner. A picture of Uncle Sam.

“Hey, you!” Uncle Sam says.

I look around.

“You!” He barks. “I want you!”

“Me?” I ask nervously. “For what?”

His index finger points at me accusingly, even though in my culture pointing is a gesture for dogs. I imagine he’s calling me out, saying: “You don’t belong here.” I look into Sam’s eyes at his white hair and beard and creamy skin and realize he’s right. As a mixed race, Chinese-American woman, these stories of America, quite literally, don’t know the half of it.  

Defininf american This  entry also appears on the Minnesota Humanities Center blog. 

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10 Cardinal Karaoke Sins

Does anything beat the feeling of screeching out your favorite nostalgic hit and becoming your own rock star?

Ok…well , besides cheese.

I’ve loved to sing for a long time. Along with choirs and musicals in school, as an adult I’ve always enjoyed karaoke. When I lived in China in 2007, I discovered KTV–the delightful private room karaoke where you can drink, eat snacks and sing until 4 in the morning. In the states, I’ve more commonly heard it referred to as Noraebang and it is sort of my go-to fun thing to do whenever I get together with a big group of friends.  Now that I’ve had the exclusive treatment it is so so hard to go back to “plebian” karaoke. However, every once in a while, if the occasion calls for it, I’ll brave the crowds and have throw down some tunes in public.

With my experiences with these different types of karaoke, I’ve encountered all sorts of things. And, the more experiences I have with it, whether they be public or in private, there are definitely a few cringe-worthy actions that will always send me (and any other karaoke veteran) reeling.

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The Myth of Perfectionism

*looks around bashfully*

In my long absence from blogging I’ve been doing soul-searching. Doing a lot of thinking. A lot of day dreaming. And a lot of deep-dives into myself with the help of a therapist.

Something that has come through all of this, something about myself that I’ve never realized before, never had a name for is something my therapist calls paralyzing perfectionism.

When she first told me that I just had to laugh. Looking at my grades in school, my weight, the state of my room I would have never classified myself as any sort of perfectionist. Me? A perfectionist? No way. Shouldn’t perfectionists be…well, perfect?

Or at the very least approaching perfection y’know? Like one of those asymptotes that you look at in Calculus class. The kind that  you know INTELLECTUALLY never actually touch the X-Axis but gosh darnit it get’s so close, even your Calculus teacher tells you to just just solve for X=0.

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All About Me: Why my daughter will have blue hair

Okalie dokalie everyone!

So, I know I promised a weekly/semi-weekly/monthly/whenever the heck-I-want-ly segment of “All About Me.” While I will always use my own experiences to illuminate my opinions and views on things, these segments will be more focused inward: something that I’m thinking or feeling or experiencing or doing in my own life. Or, maybe sometimes I’ll sing a song. Y’know whatever.

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Don’t worry y’all. I’m not pregnant. 

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#StitchFix Review: Fix #4 and a mini rant

Sooo, here’s the thing…

I started this post on January 31. Yikes! Talk about tardy. So by now, I’ve already worn most of the pieces and you’ll probably be able to tell what I got and what I didn’t get. Still, I think it’s important to give credit where credit is due and wanted to give Stitch Fix a mini shout out after some flack that I’d been giving them for my last couple fixes.

I’ll admit, I went into this fix with a bad attitude. After Fix 2 and Fix 3 I said to myself, I’m going to give this thing ONE. MORE. CHANCE. and it BETTER not let me down again. And, to be honest, I had to take a second look at some of these items before I gave them the ultimate thumbs up. Throughout the whole experience I just had to repeat my Stitch Fix manta: remember the red pants.

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The Fag Hag Speaks

Today’s blog post was inspired by this article that’s been floating around my Facebook circles for the last few days: The Myth of the Fag Hag and Dirty Secrets of the Gay Male Subculture written by Rohin Guha. The article touches on a number of issues, but if I were to paraphrase (which, for the record, I try to avoid doing for the most part because it shortchanges people’s stories and experiences) I would say that it acknowledges the existence of a gay-male privilege and dominance which serves to dehumanize and objectify women. The article goes along to encourage gay men to break down their their adopted personas which have thus far served to perpetuate these views and treatment of women.This article really hit home for me, but maybe not in the way that you might expect.

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All About Me: Keeping it Real in Minnesota

I know. I know.

You guys know how it is. One thing leads to another and, all of a sudden, it’s been a month since your last post.

I’ve been busy. Aside from the daily (and not so daily) grind of working at the Minnesota Humanities Center, I’ve been hanging out with my friends from Theoroi, trying to keep warm with these historically low temperatures, planning a group (20-person) trip to Clearwater Beach, FL, and putting out feelers in anticipation for some changes here at #Upandcoming #Quarterlifer.  Keep checking back and you’ll see…

I’ve got a couple more substantial blogs in the pipeline,  but in the meantime, here’s me keeping it real in the Minnesota winter. Excuse my french at the end. Mornings like this tend to get you riled up.