To gather materials for my upcoming book “How to not get your ass kicked in Vietnam: The native’s guide“, I decided to test out the dating scene for white people. Since I’m not white (unless your vision is seriously impaired), I had to hide behind a platform that let you be whomever you want to be: Tinder.
I went on Tinder to create two accounts: one as a white male (James, 24 y/o) and one as a white female (Lauren, 22 y/o). They are both Americans traveling around Asia. In the opinion of three Viet friends that I asked, these people are attractive but not Brad Pitt/Scarlett Johansson level of attractive. They are like the girl, the guy next door. I can’t post their photos here because I need the accounts to do further research.
Continue reading “[Day 234] What’s dating like for a white girl/guy in Hanoi”
I just finished reading “I am Malala” and I realized that I’m not patriotic. I never talk about Vietnam the way Malala talks about Swat valley, how she yearns for the mountains, the trees, the people of the valley. If she is traumatized that she is displaced from her homeland, my whole life I’ve been working to be able to be away. If she talks to her friends in Pakistan every day when she’s in England, I talk to my family probably once a month and my friends back home around once a year.
I don’t miss home. I don’t have that overwhelming sense of pride when I tell people that I’m Vietnamese. It doesn’t matter to me if I was born in Vietnam or in England or in Malawi. I took no part in deciding where I was born, therefore I deserve no pride in my nationality.
Continue reading “[Day 232] Patriotism for sale”
I just arrived in Vietnam realized that WordPress is blocked here. I keep forgetting that we have censorship. Some more examples of censorship in Vietnam:
Continue reading “[Day 220] WordPress is blocked in Vietnam”
I’m reading the Aziz Ansari’s book “Modern Romance: An Investigation“, in which he accused men of being bozos for asking a girl out by texting instead of calling her. According to Ansari, calling a girl is a sign of courage and seriousness, while “texting facilitates flakiness and rudeness.” His observation is consistent with the advice I often see in dating columns (yeah I’m that kind of girl who reads dating columns), and I think it might as well be the most outdated advice ever, at least where I live.
Continue reading “[Day 217] Why people at Stanford don’t call anymore, or in the defense of text messages”
As some of you have kindly pointed out, I haven’t blogged for a while. Here are two possible explanations:
- Juggling school, teaching, writing, and a decent social life is rough.
- I’m an unmotivated, lazy piece of sh*t.
So, to keep you up to date with my life, because you know it’s sooo exciting, here are some of the things that have happened to me recently, via Facebook:
Continue reading “[Day 207] Quick update on what I’ve been up to”
He was a dictator, but he wasn’t even our dictator. He wasn’t even Vietnamese.
He had been to Vietnam three times. Why did he do for my country?
Why should I mourn for him?
Today, I went for a boba run with Tucker. He wanted to go to a boba place, but I wanted to go to another because that other place was better. Tucker said: “I wouldn’t know. I can probably tell a terrible boba from an average one, but I wouldn’t be able to tell a good boba from a mediocre one.”
And I said: “Ew white people!”
And Tucker was slightly offended: “What’s wrong with being white?”
Continue reading “[Day 201] “Ew white people””