And it's another nigh-content-free day, I think. Elsewhere, Redpac has posted a review of last night's film, Beyond Barnes & Nobles. Or Borders. Something like that. I'm trying to erase the memory from my brainmeats. Its heart was in the right place, but. . .
Also, finally remembered to hit the site for Too Much Coffee Man, the current issue of which I picked up at Heartland Cafe a few weeks back. Which was when I ran into The Hotness that is Nina X, so there's possibly a humorous story to be made out of the fact that the cover feature was Karen Eng's Yellow Fever.
I used to think my heightened sensitivity to Yellow Fever was born of too many viewings of M*A*S*H, Twin Peaks, Platoon — movies and shows in which female Asian characters are either easily exploitable by white men or in need of rescue by them, or both. Think Josie Packard on Twin Peaks, who flees the arms of her (white) sugar daddy for her (white) knight in shining armor: Actor Joan Chen is made to seem most glamorous in her most weepy, wishy-washy, and pliable states; worse, she bases her actions in reaction to how she might be victimized next.
[. . .] In my experience, the converse is that when the Asian woman in question doesn’t live up to one or the other of these specific clichés, it can be used as a defense or justification, as in, "Well, she’s Asian, but she’s a real ballbreaker" — which is sort of the intellectual equivalent of saying, "Well, she’s blond, but she’s really smart." That sort of reasoning feeds right into other, equally ridiculous stereotypes — like Ally McBeal’s Ling, an exotic-bitch cliché lauded by culture watchers as a breakthrough for Asian tv characters because she doesn’t conform to the "docile Asian" stereotype.
Or maybe not very humorous at all, actually. I shut up now, and probably should have several paragraphs ago.
Oh, and the title is from this absurd little game where you take a line from any of the Star Wars movies and replace a noun with "pants." Possibly more fun when drunk, but amusing either way.