You can either find humor in stereotypes or not.
For me, it’s a combination of the two.
When I’m driving around Boston and a fellow Asian driver cuts me off or stops short, I become livid, usually exclaiming, “this is why we have this stereotype!” I
may have road rage.
Yet when my mother insists that the television remote control be covered in saran wrap, I accept this as totally normal. Surely every household has remote controllers covered in saran wrap, that are wiped off every evening with a paper napkin.
“Your father, he has such greasy hands!”
I never get annoyed with my mother when she says, “so cheap!” at the grocery store. Instead, I nod my head, sometimes adding a few of those oranges she found on sale into my own shopping basket.
When I catch up with my friend J, hearing about the hundredth time his mother surprised him, showing up at his apartment unannounced with two suitcases full of Korean groceries, I can’t help but share when my mother does the same (last time with a pound of green tea and a kitchen sink strainer).
J and I also have this ingrained, core value of trying to never disappoint our mothers. Growing up we were pushed hard to achieve the most academically. And now that we’ve graduated college (it’s been a few years actually), our mothers are asking about the next phase of our lives.
“Why aren’t you in grad school?”
“When are you getting married?
“When are you having children?”
Even though J and I are opposite sexes, our inquiries are the same.
For a while, J and I were able to push them to the wayside, but the last time we spoke, he told me he was applying to medical school for 2013. His mother and aunt recently visited and basically had an “intervention.”
For once I’m glad my mother is an only child.
I’m not ready to answer any of those questions. I’d rather put my focus elsewhere, in the kitchen.
Hitting up the local produce stand is something I look forward to every weekend. Johnny D’s is closed on Sundays, so Saturdays are usually the best time to go when looking for last minute deals. And when I saw bunches of asparagus being sold for 99 cents each, I knew I had a winner.