Whose Memoir Am I Reading Anyways?

I'm not sure who will read this blog, or if anyone who has any interest in hearing/reading someone's dual perspective of life between different cultures. I'm an ABC (American Born Chinese) hence the blog title name: Memoirs of an ABC.

I am an ABC going who is torn between Chinese and American cultures...most notably the human emotion labeled "love." Yeah, it's a recycled cliché and ambiguous emotion that fucks with people in different forms and genres and technologies. Media hypes up this ideology and brainwashes it into people's minds...and everything gets a BS Hollywood makeover. Happy endings of Walt Disney Beauty and the Beast or The Little Mermaid to other movies...Snow White. Would a prince really kiss the lips of a dead woman? Maybe a sick necrophiliac...A woman who has been dead for one week then marry her as soon as she wakes? They don't even know each other...is love really that simple? Snow White has so many things wrong with it...a queen who wants to be the fairest woman in the land, so she turns into a hideous old lady to poison Snow White...and had she succeeded, she would have still been ugly.

I can't think of any other lovey-dovey movies. A Walk to Remember? That's a good movie...I've seen it about a half dozen times...Titanic...or When Harry Met Sally. 50 First Dates...Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. In all due respect, I think those are great movies. Chinese love movies are great too...a little more practical...what am I saying? Any movie or literature piece that involves love is practically impractical. Stephanie Meyer's Twilight series...I read the first book. I don't care about Twilight or her vampires...or the pale skin girl from Arizona. My favorite line: "...I'd compare it living on tofu and soy milk...it doesn't completely satiate the hunger - or the thirst" (Meyer 188). Of course there are better lines...The best emotional expression I believe is music and song lyrics…people are really fuckin creative. Come on…people put up song lyrics to their FaceBook statuses: “…I don't quite know how to say how I feel. Those three words are said too much; they're not enough. If I lay here if I just lay here would you lie with me and just forget the world?” from Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars)

Let's be honest here. This blog is basically a pathetic excuse for me to let out everything I feel about the so-called "love." It isn't the most..."manly" thing to do for an American guy to express his heart publically, but I’m writing this through a Chinese perspective. No worries...I won't be overdoing the "love" stuff...I'll talk about other random ideas I have. Ha so does this extreme criticism on love and my own confused desire to seek love make me a hypocrite? Did I say I have a desire to seek love? It’s more like…I’m a writer. I spend a lot of time lamenting love…through poetry. So I guess I would be a hypocrite.

Loveless ABC