I meant to come back, I really did. Then work got busy. My boss asked me to take a training course that involved me reading college textbooks and articles. I pulled two all-nighters in the final week of the training. I felt like I was going to die. The course, of course, was amazing, and probably worth it in the end, but it was draining.
Also, the the entire race thing really did get to me. Not so much the names that I was called, but the reasons it happened in the first place, as well as the follow-up lack of reaction from the Tumblr community. Sure, it all got sorted out in the end, but I’ve still got to deal with the aftermath. It’s funny that when a girl jumps on a bandwagon, everyone else follows. But, when she’s called out on it, no one follows. No one cares, really. I guess it’s just hard, coming from my background, and with what I’ve dealt with growing up, to face a bunch of people that have no idea what it feels like to have a racial slur thrown at them, over what? A stupid fucking discussion about a difference of opinion, and then they question who I am. What I’m made of. And then other people come in, and say, oh, it’s so funny! Haha! Mongrel! Hilarious that you were called nasty things, that no one should even say to their worst enemy. And when I question that response, I’m told that they get it ALL THE TIME and I have no right to even question behavior I find racist, because ARE YOU EVEN BIRACIAL?! Fast forward a month or two later, and the same girl is saying she’s never experienced or even SEEN racism in her life, and it just makes me wonder. Why do I even bother?
When I started this blog, it was never meant to be a serious thing. It was meant to be light-hearted and fun. It was meant to be about my dating life. Not only clubbing life, but yes, that too. But dating life. Me meeting and dating men for the first time after two long-term relationships in a foreign country where I didn’t (at first) speak the language or understand the culture. And it just so happened that I was dating Korean men, because, hey, I live in Korea. But, it’s hard to sit by and watch social issue after social issue pass you by because you don’t want to get involved. So, you do get involved. And then look what happens. There are people that were amazingly wonderful and helpful to me (of all races) during the entire Race Thing. And I’ve privately thanked those people. But, whatever, let’s be real. It wasn’t nice. And, as I’ve said over the years, Tumblr often isn’t nice. Even if no one wants to hear that.
Then, a Korean man came forward. Tangentially related to the entire race thing, he came forward and said exactly what I’ve been saying (and, coincidentally, what got me into trouble in the first place and started the entire racial slur thing) from his own mouth. Then, another Korean man agreed with him. Maybe not in the manner I would have gone about it, but he did. And what happened? Did the people he was referring to even stop to think that maybe he was being honest? That the ‘jokes’ the bloggers make about Korean men and women are possibly legit offensive, and maybe shouldn’t be said? No. They say that it’s their opinion, and he’s a liar, because it’s not his photo, and he’s a fake and whatever.
When you say racist things, and you get called out on being a racist, you don’t fix it by slandering someone else. You’re supposed to be a normal human being, step back, and look at your actions.
When askakoreanguy said what he said, I looked at my own posts. I realized, as I realized long ago, that perhaps the comments I made three years ago, towards no short list of Korean women, Korean men, foreign women, and foreign men were possibly offensive. Funny, maybe, but offensive nonetheless. So, I don’t write those things anymore. I’m older, wiser, and and a lot more world-savvy than I was before.
Then, I thought about how I’d feel if someone translated what I had to say onto a Naver forum. I thought, you know, the fallout might not be so great at work, but I’m not ashamed of anything I’ve said. Perhaps, I could have worded things better, but I don’t think I have something to hide.
I debated about writing again. I’ve been getting requests to come back (don’t think I haven’t read your messages anons, I have.) And I hesitated because I didn’t want to be lumped into the entire racist crowd. But, I’m not going to hide behind anything because I know that I have shown more respect than I needed to (some of the guys, Korean or not, didn’t deserve it) and I missed writing. I have, unlike a lot of you, had guys that I’m dating find the blog. Even when they didn’t like what I’d written, they begrudgingly admitted that it was the truth, and they said they couldn’t force me to take it down. They asked me to, one begged me to on the phone, after he realized that he’d been caught lying to be about being married and that I was about to write it on my blog, and then I did take it down. But, if I’m okay with men I’m dating reading it, then I’m okay with the world reading it. (Okay. Maybe not my boss. Haha.)
Also, I came back because Sanba ruined my first-date plans for the evening. *sigh* Too much rain to even meet, especially when the worst was to hit right as I got off for the night. Stupid Sanba. Do we really need THREE typhoons in a year? Come on!