I'm gonna give you the breakdown of races present in Malaysia and for fun, I'll add the common stereotypes attributed to each of them. I'm warning you, I'm not going to paint a pretty picture. I'm going to give it to you straight.
Malays: Lazy shits who don't know their head from their ass. Pretty much content with whatever is spoon-fed to them. Whatever addicts there are out there, Malays are sure to be on top of the addict list. TV addicts, ganja addicts, westernization addicts, erm... you name it, we got it! Oh, we also think lowly of ourselves and we tend to worship people of white skin color. Hence all the "whitening" skin products the ingenious Westerners sell to the darkies. I like to call Malays, white worshippers. Even if you're from a trailer and call your mama a bitch, come to Malaysia, we'll put you on a throne. Safe to say most of the population has a basic understanding of the English language--just enough to get you by. Western whores.
Chinese: Resourceful fuckers. Has Malaysia's economy in their grabby hands. But I don't blame them, the Chinese are opportunists and the lazy Malays pretty much handed their economy to the Chinese on a silver platter. Hard-working. Look down on Malays. Value education and books. Most can speak their dialect of Chinese, Malay and English.
Indians: Do I really need to say more?
Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to offend anybody and these aren't my personal beliefs. I'm just writing down the stereotypes I've heard. And are commonly believed. Yes, racism is rampant but for some reason it's not acknowledged. It is embedded into the way of life that nobody thinks to call it racism. We have Malay schools, Chinese schools and Indian schools. If that's not segregation, what is? You don't have to be a Malay to go to a Malay school, a Chinese to go to a Chinese school or an Indian to go to a Indian school but why does every race need their own school?
And as you can see, I'm more critical of the Malays because I am a Malay. Come on guys, open your eyes, have a goal and do something for crying out loud! Don't be content working in restaurants. Get an education and retake your economy from the Chinese.
There are so many other things I can say about this subject but not today! Another day! But you get the gist of where I'm going. Look at me, I'm talking as if somebody actually reads this stupid blog! Lol.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Feminism. Who's a feminist?? Me? You?? Who?
There used to be this time where being a feminist was cool. Maybe it was only when I was surrounded by feminists in my "something something Women's Literature/History" classes. When you're in this group of unshaved women, "you go girl!" is usually a phrase that will get you covered in spit from the angry protests foaming out of these feminists' mouths.
Okay, I'm being unkind. Let me put it this way, there are people who are feminists because back in the day that the Lilith Fair was in, it was cool to be one. And there are people who are feminists because their circumstances mold their beliefs.
We live in a phallocentric world. It's good to be a man and not so good to be a woman. But in some places, it's easy to forget this fact. The balance between men and women is such that one can live their lives without seeing the distinction, most of the time. Suffragettes have paved the way for women to stand as their own entity.
I come from an Asian background. Although the women's movement started in the 1800s, my culture refuses to acknowledge it happened. There is a distinct division of what a man is and what a woman is, besides anatomy. The man is the breadwinner and the woman is the housekeeper. I was raised this way, the next generation is being raised with this notion as well. Where's the progress?
I never saw myself as a staunch feminist but when I came to live in Malaysia after a long stay in the States, I began to find the (shaved) feminist in me. Women here are so used to their cage they don't see the bars. They don't see what's outside those bars. They are content with the contents in the cage. Or should I say kitchen? The women who manage to get out of the kitchen find themselves in a new cage--the factory or a secretarial position. Yes, women are in the worforce. They are out there earning a living, or trying to earn a living with their small wages, but that's the general picture. Look closely, the higher positions are women-free.
Much is not expected out of me career wise because I'm a woman. I can't get a goddamn Malaysian publisher to publish me because I'm a woman writing outside her means. I'm expected to cook and do all the household chores when my brother is not expected to lift a finger to help. I can't walk alone after dark because I'm a girl that can't protect herself. Restriction after restriction. Expectation after expectation. Or should I say lack of expectation? It's a frustrating world to be thought as the weaker species.
So, YES! I'm a feminist. Women have equal rights to men. Just because we have boobs and a vagina doesn't mean that we can succeed in the same things that a penis can. Liberate the woman out of her second standing! EQUALITY people. For the Malaysian women out there, start questioning your role as a daughter, wife and mother. Men have two hands like you, why is it so taboo for a man to be in the kitchen while the woman relaxes with a newspaper in the living room?
Okay, I'm being unkind. Let me put it this way, there are people who are feminists because back in the day that the Lilith Fair was in, it was cool to be one. And there are people who are feminists because their circumstances mold their beliefs.
We live in a phallocentric world. It's good to be a man and not so good to be a woman. But in some places, it's easy to forget this fact. The balance between men and women is such that one can live their lives without seeing the distinction, most of the time. Suffragettes have paved the way for women to stand as their own entity.
I come from an Asian background. Although the women's movement started in the 1800s, my culture refuses to acknowledge it happened. There is a distinct division of what a man is and what a woman is, besides anatomy. The man is the breadwinner and the woman is the housekeeper. I was raised this way, the next generation is being raised with this notion as well. Where's the progress?
I never saw myself as a staunch feminist but when I came to live in Malaysia after a long stay in the States, I began to find the (shaved) feminist in me. Women here are so used to their cage they don't see the bars. They don't see what's outside those bars. They are content with the contents in the cage. Or should I say kitchen? The women who manage to get out of the kitchen find themselves in a new cage--the factory or a secretarial position. Yes, women are in the worforce. They are out there earning a living, or trying to earn a living with their small wages, but that's the general picture. Look closely, the higher positions are women-free.
Much is not expected out of me career wise because I'm a woman. I can't get a goddamn Malaysian publisher to publish me because I'm a woman writing outside her means. I'm expected to cook and do all the household chores when my brother is not expected to lift a finger to help. I can't walk alone after dark because I'm a girl that can't protect herself. Restriction after restriction. Expectation after expectation. Or should I say lack of expectation? It's a frustrating world to be thought as the weaker species.
So, YES! I'm a feminist. Women have equal rights to men. Just because we have boobs and a vagina doesn't mean that we can succeed in the same things that a penis can. Liberate the woman out of her second standing! EQUALITY people. For the Malaysian women out there, start questioning your role as a daughter, wife and mother. Men have two hands like you, why is it so taboo for a man to be in the kitchen while the woman relaxes with a newspaper in the living room?
Lets Try This Blog Thang!
Thought it was about time I write down my thoughts (A.K.A., my continous bitching) in a coherant manner. Obviously I'll try to tone down the language because I tend to swear when I'm passionate about something, or just plain mad at obvious twist-in-the-side stupidity.
A little background on where my bitching comes from. Malaysia. Yep, that's it. Malaysia. I'm not going to sugar coat the country like its tourism sites do. Yes, I'm a citizen and yes, I'm furious at how the country functions. Don't I have the right to voice my opinions as a citizen? WAIT! Whoops, I forgot, Asia's all about swallowing bitterness and just taking it sitting down. I attribute this flaw to our favorite philosopher Confucious. You got the sarcasm there right?
On the surface, Malaysia looks like this great tourist spot where racial tolerance and westernization exists in harmony. I'm going to reveal whats just an inch below that surface. A place where open racism is so rampant that nobody thinks to call it racism. A place where western values and culture have swept in and replaced Malay culture. A place where the penis still sits on the throne.
Here's a little smattering of the topics to come.
A little background on where my bitching comes from. Malaysia. Yep, that's it. Malaysia. I'm not going to sugar coat the country like its tourism sites do. Yes, I'm a citizen and yes, I'm furious at how the country functions. Don't I have the right to voice my opinions as a citizen? WAIT! Whoops, I forgot, Asia's all about swallowing bitterness and just taking it sitting down. I attribute this flaw to our favorite philosopher Confucious. You got the sarcasm there right?
On the surface, Malaysia looks like this great tourist spot where racial tolerance and westernization exists in harmony. I'm going to reveal whats just an inch below that surface. A place where open racism is so rampant that nobody thinks to call it racism. A place where western values and culture have swept in and replaced Malay culture. A place where the penis still sits on the throne.
Here's a little smattering of the topics to come.
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