Thursday, April 10, 2008

Sometimes I comment

And of course, when you're stuck with Mickey Mouse (M-I-C-K-E-Y, M-O-U-S-E) it's best to have fun especially when you come across responses that are- initially, at least in this case - overally PC and reactionary. Bad enough I have to look at this screen all day...

This photo was taken from Asianlife.com, who obtained it from the Xanga of Korean-American director Mike Kang. While the author proceeds with a PC take relating to his disgust as an Asian person, he does admit in the end that he may have taken it too seriously. Here's my take which I left in the comment section (it's helpful to read the original posting first) :

Apr 10, 2008 12:38pm - Brion J. Shreffler Maybe Mike has some angst about Asian girls dating white guys(paranoid white guy). Maybe Mike is playing to Asian stereotypes(parnoid Asian guy). Maybe the two males represent a dichotomy, the Asian male dealing with the appeal of intrusive western influences while he struggles to maintain a sense of identity(history, culture), unable to move beyond Hegelian precepts(intellectual guy).

Or maybe, it's just funny. Who leaves all their weapons on display, let alone by the passageway?One's katana, as a living embodiment of one's soul, is not supposed to be removed from the saya for anything but the kill. Anything less would show a lack a purpose and would reflect poorly upon a retainer. All small blades are to be sheathed or hidden. Shuriken are to be kept in a pouch attached to one's obi, or better yet, behind a cool, unassuming belt buckle. Look at this guy(ex or current husband or boyfriend or all purpose assassin) on his way in, with his predatorial eyes, terminator gait, hachimaki, and near trench coat- he means business. Do you really want to make it easier for him?! Of course, the white guy could be shinobi, a stealth assassin whom no one sneaks up on. Patiently the young master awaits, having heard the creaking of specially altered floorboards out in the hallway, though his highly attuned senses were already keen to this malicious presence. Rising to suprise the intruder at the last moment, he steps inside to avoid a downward sword strike, simultaneously softly planting the stem of his glass into the attacker's carotid artery, thereby resolving the connundrum, 'Why is this Ruby Port so bloody light?'