I forgot to re-blog this from Xmas. Opps. Typical Airecisms
By Airec Sype.
Howdy y’all. It’s been some time since we both have posted on our blog but here we are today. We both have been working on various different projects and still have been writing on different platforms. So it’s sad that we have been neglecting our baby. I (Sype.) am posting on this site because my credit card that was funding the payment for A Dark Minded Giggle expired and it was gonna cost me about 100 bucks to buy back the domain name . . . yeah, f*ck that. So I’m using this.
Let me start off with MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Whereas most families are spending their Xmas together, my dysfunctional but functional Asian family is spending it not together (I’m sure there is a better word for that). Any who, I’m sure we will all be together right before I leave.
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by Airec Sype.
It’s Mother’s Day! Or it was Mother’s Day. I surprisingly found out a bunch of random and dark information off of National Geographic article by Brian Handwerk while researching how to correctly spell M-Day.
Also, a fun fact, this year marks the 101st birthday for this Hallmark holiday.
If you read Handwerk’s article then you will find out that this holiday is much more than afternoon brunch in the Marina, over-priced flowers and posting an Instagram picture of you and yo momma.
The roots of M-Day started in the 1850s when Ann Reeves Jarvis organized a Mother’s Day festival . . . I mean workshop (LOL MILF Festivals) . . . to “improve sanitary conditions and try to lower infant mortality by fighting disease and curbing milk contamination.” This army of mothers also tended to the wounded from both sides of the U.S. Civil War.
After Jarvis’s death, her daughter Ann Jarvis (same name) created Mother’s Day in 1908 to honor her deceased mother. The reason why Jarvis decided the name should be “Mother’s Day” instead of “Mothers’ Day” is because today is the day to celebrate “the best mother you’ve ever known,” this day is not to celebrate all mothers. Let’s face it, some moms can be b*tches.
The sad part about the Jarvis story is that she spent most of her life trying to fight the commercialism of Mother’s Day. Her intimate day to love her mother was rapidly stolen from her. The American capitalists saw that there was money to be made and transformed M-Day into what we now as overpriced flowers and a cheap reason to bring your mom to a bar for a free shot. Well not my mom- she’s Asian so she doesn’t drink. Alcoholism only runs in the boy’s side of my family (;P)
With Americans spending about $19.9 billion a year on M-Day and reports saying that M-Day is the most popular day for dinning out, it makes me a little sad that Jarvis made no money from this. She was obviously not successful in her battle against the evils of the mainstream and commercialism.
Instead of capitalizing on the financial success of her holiday, she took the high road and did not give in to greed. She never had children of her own so it’s tragic to see her one creation taken from her and reshaped into something she hated in front of her very eyes.
Well, I hope you all enjoyed Mother’s Day. I almost forgot to call my mom yesterday. She would have been a sad panda . . . I’m a bad Asian. So next year remember it’s about showing your mother how much you love her, and not about expensive gifts. However, if your mom does expect an expensive gift then she doesn’t love you and is only using you so you need to break up with her and get a new mom who will love you unconditionally.
Keep up the good work moms of the world. And you bad moms out there, tisk tisk.
Till next time, Sype.
On the first day of the new year, I decided to post share a little knowledge I found concerning Asians and Christmas with a little Sype commentary. check it out and tell me what cha think!
By Airec Sype
As I reminisce about my Christmas vacation, the overpowering memory of me sitting in my parents living room watching my six year old baby brother play Call of Duty on the PS3 underneath the 62’’ TV, as my eleven year old baby sister watched Ugly Betty on the iPad by the decorated artificial Christmas tree with wrapped presents underneath, this makes me wonder . . . where the fuck was my Christmas when I was 10 years old?
Growing up in the Central Valley, a predominantly White Christian Conservative area, the concept of Asian culture was foreign to kids of other ethnic culture in grade school. So a question I was often asked was, “Do Asians celebrate Christmas?”
Yes. Yes Asians do celebrate Christmas, you racist!
LOL, well let me elaborate on that. Yes and no, and well kind of.
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Hi this is Airec here. So of y’all might know that I’m Asian, no shocker there. So I decided to have a new writing project call SorryAsianParents. It should be funny, wacky and super random so check it out.
By Airec Sype
I am Asian-American.
What does that mean exactly? Shit, I don’t really know.
I guess if you break AA down to its two root words, my ethnicity is composed of Asian and American. (Also being American can mean a bunch of different things, in this sense I’m talking about mainstream “white-America,” I guess. But I’m not trying to be racist here, or at least not too racist).
So I’m Asian-American. Parents were born in Asia, I was born in America; I have spiky hair and sharp eyes, but I don’t have an Asian accent . . . most of the time, sometimes it just slips out, just the tip (;P). All of these things that compose me are borrowed cultural stereotypes and figures that mix the two worlds into my own.
Even though two different cultures are…
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