Back in 1979, Phal Sok and his family were one of the many refugees who were resettled in the U.S. following the Khmer Rouge. Sok and his family struggled to make ends meet, his mother leaving when he was just two years old and his father permanently injured from being beaten in a labor camp. For Sok, school was not a place where he could seek help and shelter from the community’s violence, but rather a place of shame and bullying.
When I think of plastic surgery, I imagine a paper woman. She has cut-out lines under her eyes, down the bridges of her nose, and round the edges of her slender jaw. A pearly white smile is plastered on her lips, and her eyes twinkle as if she holds the secret to eternal beauty. But what is eternal beauty? Many believe you can only achieve it on an operating table. I guess a part of me has always wondered whether plastic surgery was in line with my feminist beliefs. I’d be lying if I said I’ve never considered it, especially during my younger years when the mirror was both my best friend and worst enemy.
How I slowly grew out of shaming my hobbies, and why we shame girls for having hobbies.
“You’re such a girrrrrl”
“I am a girrrrrl”
“You’re such a GIRRRRRL”
“I am a GIRRRRRL”
Hello, and welcome to another installment of ‘Hannah using Dear Asian Youth Literature as free therapy before she accumulates enough savings to get a therapist’. This 60-minute session will be a personal account about how I was shamed for liking Boy Bands with further discussion about how society loves to shame girls for having hobbies that may or may not involve boys. Whoohoo! Fun!