On Being Racist

When I received the 2 offers on my condo, I told my agent, “I hate to play the race card, but let’s just go with the Asian girl.” Granted her offer was higher than the other one, but even if they had been equal, I still would have given preference to her over the white male. Isn’t that totally racist? Don’t we naturally and instinctually prefer people who are similar to us? Which is why you are likely to see groups of Indians hanging out at District wine bar in SOMA. It’s the same reason you see circles of white people hanging out in the Marina. When our ancestors immigrated here, they didn’t choose some ho hum random destinations, they gravitated toward locations where other family members or friends went.

Merriam Webster dictionary defines racism as having a racial prejudice or preconceived opinion. When I favor someone who is Asian isn’t that akin to Hitler favoring the Arian race? If that is the case, then aren’t we all racist? Which brings me to the best song in the musical Avenue Q: Everyone’s a Little Bit Racist.

The reason I thought about this post was because of the Masters. I want Tiger Woods to fail because he disgusts me to no end. But I heard about the 14-year-old prodigy Tianlang Guan from China and have been cheering him on ever since. Again, isn’t that totally racist?!

San Francisco Service Recommendations

Since I spent part of my holiday getting primped, I thought I’d do a post on all my favorite services.

 

Hair

I’ve been on the hunt for someone skilled in cutting Asian hair because mine’s so thin and limp. I came across the Japan Center Beauty Clinic in Japan Town which averages 4.5 stars out of a whopping 253 reviews on Yelp. Can’t beat the convenience of a daily operation from 10am – 8pm. I figured I’d take my chances on any stylist, especially with such high reviews. The guy I got was very meticulous; I felt like I was going to be there forever, but he worked on me for exactly one hour and did a perfect job. I love what he did. Ask for Ricky (charges $53) or anyone who’s available.

Japan Center Beauty Clinic

1825 Post St, first floor, suite 160

San Francisco, CA 94115

 

Nails

The best mani/pedi is at Cocoon Urban Day Spa. It’s super expensive, super luxe which is why I’m always on the lookout for a Groupon deal. It’s the best: champagne, chocolate, cookies, crackers, cheese, rose petals in the bath water. Perfect for catching up with a friend and relaxing for 90 minutes.

Cocoon Urban Day Spa

330 1st St

San Francisco, CA 94105

 

Facial

I spent $29 for a Groupon facial at ModVellum. I don’t need to spend tons of money for someone to wash my face. I can do that myself. I need a facial for the extractions and ModVellum delivered. Can’t beat this price.

ModVellum

1628 Union St

San Francisco, CA 94123

 

Optometrist

I’ve never been to an optometrist I didn’t like. They’re all good. They’re all Asian. For a couple years, I went to the optometrist at the SF Costco. He was fine.

 

Dentist

This referral is from Lizzie who got the referral from Sandra. Love the GSB connections. Thanks girls! Best dentist ever.

James P Const, DDS

450 Sutter St, Ste 2133

San Francisco, CA 94108

 

Handyman

Oscar is your man. He’s 24/7. He does it ALL.

415-912-9123

 

Car

An honest car repair shop. They only work on Asian cars.

Toy Shop

4818 Geary Blvd

San Francisco, CA 94118

 

Cleaner

I think my cleaner is ok.  Anyone have a good one?

 

I’m sure I forgot a bunch of other people I see. Others that people want to comment on or share? Please do!

New Favorite Cheap Eat in SF

Alright, in response to that pathetic excuse of a restaurant called Mr. Pollo that I wrote about below, I’ve got a goodie! Smack in the heart of the Castro is the new casual Korean joint called K*Pop.

The first thing I noticed walking inside was the overpowering smell of ammonia or cleaning solution. Yuck. At least you know the place is sterile. Seating for about 50 in tables of 2 and 4. There was a bit of a wait, but not bad. At least the place was packed. There were tons of Asians eating inside, and Koreans were the ones cooking the food.

I ordered the bi bim bap and suggest you do the same: julienned carrots and mushrooms, spinach, soybean sprouts, fried egg, and beef over rice. $11. Get it to go.

Thoughts on Affirmative Action

I wanted to provide my thoughts on the Supreme Court weighing in on the Fisher versus University of Texas affirmative action case, whereby Abigail Fisher is challenging the university on using race as a criteria in evaluating a candidate’s entry. She was denied.

I know my lawyer friends are going to be all over this. If I mis-state the facts please feel free to comment.

Diversity is extremely important in school and in the work place as we are all citizens of a multiethnic, multicultural community. Ideally where you go to school or where you work would naturally reflect the same exact diversity that you are a part of locally.

Taking a step back, it was not easy seeing some unqualified Latinos from my high school class get into Berkeley. When you think Berkeley, you think prestigious. You think, cut-throat. But with two Latino classmates in particular, they were unremarkable. So unremarkable that those who didn’t get in, would scream, ‘That’s so unfair!’ I get that. I have been there. I can sincerely imagine the unfairness Miss Fisher must feel, having been a talented, accomplished student, and not gotten into her top choice college. Or worse, watching less qualified classmates of color get in.

From a different perspective, there were a few times during my college career when white people have bluntly told me that I must have gotten in as a result of affirmative action. Ouch, that hurt. My retort was always, “Asians aren’t on the affirmative action list, you retard.” But you know what, their jabs made me study harder because I wanted to prove that I deserved to be there. And I used to tell myself, “I am so going to make more money than that asshole/bitch.  Just watch.”

Here’s the deal. It didn’t matter how you got in, whether it was through affirmative action or your own merit. You know what mattered? Whether or not you graduated. Those who got in through affirmative action and couldn’t stand the pressure, yeah, they failed. Bye-bye. There were also valedictorians who, once they got to Cal, had meltdowns when they realized they weren’t so smart anymore. They also dropped out. So my message to Miss Fisher is to move forward. I see why she’s bringing up this case, that she feels wronged, but girlfriend, you are so going to be more successful than all those UT chaps. The world is your oyster and you’re going to come out ahead.

There’s no doubt that affirmative action needs to be reformed, but I believe using race as a factor is an important tool that should not be taken away. Cmon, do you really want to go to a school that’s practically all Asian? That’s what Berkeley is. It’s 43% Asian. That percentage has drastically increased from the time I went to Cal. I don’t want to go to school with that kind of makeup. Why? So I can participate in a class where everyone wears glasses, plays ping pong, and your parents do your laundry? SHOOT ME. I swear that a diverse school is beneficial for everyone involved.

When is enough enough? It’s not hard. Look at the composition of the local community. When those percentages are reflected in the composition of a school or work place, then we will no longer need affirmative action.

Out and About on Polk Street, San Francisco

Last Thursday, we had a good time hanging out with friends in Russian Hill at Amelie—a special place for us since that’s where Dean and I met.  It is such a romantic and lively French wine bar. Perfect date spot. Later on at night, we ended up at Kimo’s watching and dancing to a surprisingly good band called YNOT & Asian Diva Girls. They mashed up hits from Nirvana, Michael Jackson, U2. The female lead vocalist asked how many of us played the piano and I started cracking up. Almost the whole Asian crowd threw their hands up. Gotta love the robotic Asian culture. Piano, tennis, Lowell, UC Berkeley, optometrist. So friggin predictable!

Monday night, I went to my first ever Porchlight series at the Hemlock Tavern on lower Polk. Porchlight gets highlighted by literary blogs and calendars, but it is so not a literary event. It’s “literally” open comedy mic. There’s a theme for the night, you sign up, and tell your 5 minute story. 7-8 people typically sign up. Prior to the start, the host anonymously picks an audience member who will determine the winner; the winner gets $50. Props to the co-founders for this method of choosing the winner. I really like it. So much better than applause which always makes some speakers feel good, while others feel bad. That feel-good/feel-bad applause is like being at a baby shower and everyone oohing and aahing at the most expensive gifts.

It also reinforced that there are people in the world who will like what you do, for being you, and telling your story. Others won’t like you, but I guarantee you someone does appreciate and enjoy your talent. The winner was not someone I would have chosen myself; I thought her story was annoying—my personal opinion.

The theme Monday night was Kitchen Confidential—food-related stories about restaurants, waitressing, catering. The stories were a hoot. I thoroughly enjoyed at least half of them. Porchlight has been around for almost ten years and I have been missing out. Definitely a good time.

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