There’s a difference between bastardizing an item and giving it room to breathe, grow, and change with the times. When Chinese people cook Chinese food or Jamaicans cook Jamaican, there’s no question what’s going on. Just make it taste good. When foreigners cook our food, the want to infuse their identity into the dish, they have a need to be part of the story and take it over. For some reason, Americans simply can’t understand why this bothers us. “I just want to tell my story?!? I loved my vacation to Burma! What’s wrong with that?” It’s imperialism at work in a sauté pan. You already have everything, do you really really, really need a Burmese hood pass, too? Can we live?
Writers ask me: “So, should Americans be allowed to cook ethnic food they didn’t grow up with?”
I reply by asking: Are you interested in this food because it’s a gimmick you can apply to French or New-American food to separate yourself from others? Or, will you educate your customers on where that flavor came from? Will you give credit where it’s due or will you allow the media to prop you up as the next Marco Polo taking spices from the Barbarians Beyond the Wall and “refining” them? The most infuriating thing is the idea that ethnic food isn’t already good enough because it goddamn is. We were fine before you came to visit and we’ll be fine after. If you like our food, great, but don’t come tell me you’re gonna clean it up, refine it, or elevate it because it’s not necessary or possible. We don’t need fucking food missionaries to cleanse our palates. What we need are opportunities outside kitchens and cubicles.
- Eddie Huang, Fresh off the Boat (via yiheyuans)
I’ve started working on a Glitch forum adventure over on the MSPA forums. Right now I’m taking suggestions for the name of the main character. If you want to make a suggestion but don’t have an account over there, you can send one to my ask box; just precede it with “Glitch:” so I know for sure what you’re talking about.
I don’t think I participated in Rook battles until after the closing announcement, so I subscribed to the Rook Alerts chat and teleported as soon as the next one was announced.
And it was the best thing ever.
It practically became a job of showing up in a Rook suit and reviving animals and plants in need (plus some collaboration at the shrine) because how could I ever tire of having birds scratching and pecking at my screen? And yet I miss it.
(Glitch Reminiscence 2/3)
It seemed like it took for ever for me to be in the right place at the right time for a Rook Attack, especially before I learned teleportation. But once I tried it, I had to keep fighting the Rook!