Scrolling through social media this morning, I was saddened to learn that David Carr had passed away at the age of 58.
As someone that hangs onto any thread of potential visibility for Asians in American pop culture, you might wonder why I waited until today, almost a week after “Fresh Off the Boat” premiered to finally watch the show.
The word “amazing” has lost all of its meaning. The word has been the adjective du jour for several years now. And as with anything that pop culture gets its grip on; it’s been overused, strangled, and choked to death.
No matter how much one truly believes that age is just a number, it’s hard not to be influenced by mass media and the rest of fucking humanity.
Last year, China Airlines began including a chocolate bar called Lightning Chocolate as one of their dessert options:
With Zara’s huge semi-annual sale about to commence, this is as good a time as any to address what I believe to be the diminishing quality of Zara’s clothing.
On any other year, New York would collectively roll our eyes and the media would skewer another aimless, zero-value SantaCon as it stumbled through the city.
Throughout the 13th season of Project Runway, contestant Korina Emmerich teetered between snotty and arrogant.
Strolling through gallery after gallery of the vast Cleveland Museum of Art, I came upon the North wing — their permanent Asian Art collection — I didn’t expect much from it.
I have relatives that live in Confucius Plaza, sometimes referred to as Confucius Tower. Confucius Plaza is an expansive apartment complex with historical significance found in Manhattan’s Chinatown.
My family owned a Chinese restaurant in Plymouth, Michigan for more than 35 years. It was their livelihood and played a large part in our lives.
I attended Afropunk this past weekend and fell in love with it.
Another day, another fake news story being shared out on Facebook. This time it’s a story about former NBA player Allen Iverson being broke and begging for quarters at Atlanta’s Lenox Mall.
Gentrification is a complicated issue. It becomes even more complicated an issue when you’re brand new to a city like I am to New York.
I came across the following tweet today and thought that it makes a powerful statement on race in a succinct, clear manner; a reality check in eight words: “Black culture is popular, black people are not,”
I’ve been wanting to write something about the New York Times article, “The Dutch Mourn Flight 17’s Victims in Their Own Sober Way,” ever since I read it three weeks ago. The piece discussed how and why we mourn or empathize with certain events; how humans emotions are limited by the “distance” or “connection”
You just visited Chinatown today and you saw old Chinese men sitting on the corner playing a traditional bowed instrument. So you’re wondering, what is that Chinese strong instrument you saw in Chinatown called?
Something I have been thinking a lot about over the last several months is the idea that life is a game, one that’s been created for each one of us to compete against one another.
It’s the image that resonates years later. “Tank Man,” stood in front of a line of oncoming tanks headed toward Tiananmen Square on June 5th, 1989.
When I was young, my mom would periodically place me on the living room couch and pick my ear and remove earwax with an “earpick”.
If you were in Michigan during the late 1980s and early 1990s, then at some point you probably ran into “The New Dance Show” while flipping through your five TV channels
Here’s an interesting holiday that I just found out about today: “Confederate Memorial Day”
Big Appled put out this awesome guide on NYC etiquette. There’s a lot of guidebooks and how-to’s for New York, but this one hits many of the right notes, goes deep, and in a humorous way.
Haha haha, HAHAHA I loved how Porsha dragged (drugged?) Kenya across the floor in tonight’s Real Housewives of Atlanta reunion. Yes, I did love it.