Because I have so many things and topic that I'm thinking about, I think I'm gonna split it up into multiple blog entries and call it a series (of potentially unfortunate events).
So yeah. Asians. I don't think I became fully aware of what it meant to be an Asian-American until I came to school in the midwest. Not that I have encountered any racism, I've actually been very fortunate to find myself a wonderful group of friends and a very friendly atmosphere/environment.
However, when I was growing up in Hawaii, I didn't really notice much of anything - partly because I am by nature pretty oblivious, but mostly because, quite frankly, Asians run rampant there.
I don't consider myself to have a particularly Asian upbringing - both of my parents are quite well-assimilated into American culture, and as such have not fallen into what Amy Chua calls the "Tiger Mother" style of parenting; the type that Family Guy loves making fun of:
In fact, from Ms. Chua's account, as well as accounts from certain friends of mine, this really isn't much of an exaggeration. But more on that later.
I think that it was because of this upbringing that in high school a majority of my friends were Caucasian. On the flip side, I think that it's hilarious that in college, where white people are the majority, I am seeking out the friendships of the Asian Americans. I don't really have an insightful post for that, I simply wanted to make the situation more funny.
Actually though it is an accurate representation of the way I was brought up - a weird amalgamation of Asian and American values and mores, with none really being more superior to the other.
Hm... My mind is especially wander-y today. I think I'll go grab some lunch and then come back perhaps. Or maybe not. At any rate, stay tuned - more to come from this banana (yellow on the outside, white on the inside)!
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