Filed under: Politricks, Race CARD | Tags: asian american, hot messery, miley cyrus, tmz, tramp stamp

“I’ve been told there are some people upset about some pictures taken of me with friends making goofy faces! Well, I’m sorry if those people looked at those pics and took them wrong and out of context.
In NO way was I making fun of any ethnicity! I was simply making a goofy face. When did that become newsworthy … It seems someone is trying to make something out of nothing to me … I definitely feel like the press is trying to make me out as the new ‘BAD GIRL’
You guys know my heart and know the most important things to me are my friends, family, fans and GOD! In NO WAY do I want to disappoint any of you! But when Ihave made mistakes in the past, I feel like I’ve owned up to them and apologized.”
Filed under: Politricks, Race CARD, Rants and raves | Tags: bill clinton, blackface, brandon t jackson, colordblindness, obama, robert downey jr, tropic thunder
I AM SERIOUSLY BUGGIN‘!
I just came home from watching Tropic Thunder with Ashraf and spent the last hour frantically researching newspaper articles, editorials, blogs, interviews, youtubes (ANYTHING) to figure out what exactly folks are saying about that acid trip of a movie! Unfortunately, I found absolutely nothing compelling. It appears as though people have a tendency to say something without actually saying anything: ”Robert Downey Jr. adopts risky role in Tropic Thunder!” “Tropic Thunder touches on sensitive subject” “Tropic Thunder: Blackface vs. Black Faces”. At least Ashraf put me on to the New York magazine article “Robert Downey Jr. in Blackface?” that unabashedly bigs up Robert Downey Jr. for pulling off a supposedly show-stopping, revolutionary performance. According to David Edelstein:
“Downey Jr. respects the beauty and weight and potency of the archetype. He drops his voice an octave (at least) and what comes out is gorgeous. He really does make a damn fine Negro“.
WAIT, ARE YOU READING THIS?! Edelstein goes as far as to argue that “it’s worth enduring the botched gags, formula and potting, and even the racism to marvel at the genius of Robert Downey Jr.” Let me get this straight: It’s worth enduring the racism to marvel at the racism…Are you kidding me? The VERY SAME issue of New York magazine features three articles (filed under “RACE: THE IMPOSSIBLE CONVERSATION”) that explore the racial politics of the Obama campaign in the hopes of explaining his “stubbornly stalled” support in the national polls. On one hand, these writers take serious issue with Americans fear of “getting real” and talking openly and honestly about race/racism. On the other hand, they expect Obama to diplomatically approach (read: avoid/side-step) “the race issue” in the name of increasing his approval ratings among white voters. How can we “get real” and “get fake” (or “politically strategic”) at the same time? Vanessa Grigoriadis suggests that Obama should simply “find a way of talking not directly about race or racial politics but about his identity that at once elevates and grounds the conversation”. Is that really her brilliant advice on how to address “the elephant in the living room”? Alas, “the impossible conversation” remains “impossible”. Meanwhile, Patricia Williams in “Talking About Not Talking About Race” subtly pokes fun at white liberal’s tokenizing attempts to justify their prejudices with defensive statements like “I have a black roommate and we get along”. Fast forward 20 pages, Edlestein explicitly tokenizes Downey Jr.’s co-star Brandon T. Jackson when writing:
“Putting blackface on Downey Jr. has raised some hackles, but black co-star Brandon T. Jackson told People he wasn’t offended: “To be honest, he played a black dude better than anybody I’ve seen“.
SO, WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE US? Edelstein inevitably relies on Brandon T. Jackson to authenticate Downey Jr.’s performance as if Jackson were some expert or authority on blackface and when it’s appropriate/successful (how convenient?). ARE YOU SERIOUS? The truth is, we’re all intimately familiar with this argument as it falls along the same tragic line as “Bill Clinton was the first black president”. With all this bullshit talk about “post-modern” blackface and “post-racial” politics, I find myself completely bewildered, confused and (oh yeah) angry! To NO surprise, the critics are LOVING it! According to Hollywood (leftists included), Tropic Thunder marks the arrival of some (fictive) glorious progressive moment in which nothing means anything (officially) and blackface is, well, entertainment!!! Downey Jr. would have you believe exactly that:
“Downey said in recent interviews that his role was a satirical send-up of actor narcissism, and different from older uses of blackface that reinforced harmful stereotypes. “It’s entertainment that’s set up by people who are high-minded enough to not be racist or offensive,” he said. “The whole film is based on the idea that what we (actors) do at some level is offensive and who we are, at some level, is despicable and pathetic, which is the truth and not the truth. But the part of it that is the truth, is entertaining.” So far Tropic Thunder, which opens in the US tomorrow, has generated no backlash against the 43-year-old star of Iron Man.
But OF COURSE, it all comes down to high-minded liberals whose moral uprightness immediately disqualifies them from being “racist or offensive”. (And people wonder why I can’t stand liberalism?!) It’s as if these critics assume we’re all hungry for the same utopian colorblindness in which blackface can finally be funny! ONLY there’s no universal “we” here! Believe it or not, not everyone is as eager as Ben Stiller to indulge in bullshit satire that rehashes/reinforces the very archetype it seeks to retire. Don’t believe the hype, Tropic Thunder is as far from revolutionary as a Che Guevara totebag. End. of. story.
***I just came across this smart and very funny review. Take a look.
Filed under: Race CARD, Rants and raves | Tags: filipina, isaac hayes, janelle monae, japan, nails, shanaze reade, uruguay
I’M BUGGIN’

This is how I feel after job searching on Idealist.org and Craigslist.com for hours and finding absolutely nothing. I’m giving myself until September 1 to acquire an inevitably mediocre job to pay the bills. You see, I’ve decided to commit to the artist hu$tle, which means i’ll be juggling several part times for the sake of my sanity. Don’t let anyone fool you into believing that this so-called artist hu$tle is romantic. Not at all. In other news, the plumbers finally came through my apartment to fix the wack shower pressure. At one point I overheard them guessing my ethnicity. They finally decided I was Puerto Rican. I often get confused for Puerto Rican back east, I think it’s all the fake gold I wear. I realized I look like a fucking christmas tree most of the time (a fly christmas tree…). THEN, my building manager came with her husband to install mad locks on the windows and they both decided I was Filipina and started speaking to me in Tagalog hella fast. Will everyone help me out and spread the word: I AM NOT FILIPINA! I agree with Sam that it is an honest and understandable mistake as my Japanese/Uruguayan a$$ is a mix of Asian and Latino anyway (which is essentially what Filipinos are working with). It all comes down to colonialism so I guess we’re all the same. Damn Spaniards. But seriously, everyday approximately 10 people mistake me for Filipina, it’s motivating me to learn Tagalog (Lisa boo, help me out). Oh, the trials and tribulations of ethnic ambiguity (just kidding). If I’m not Filipina or Puerto Rican, some white person is assuming I’m Hawaiian or “Native” (I’ve even heard “Icelandic” before, people are crazy!!!). In other news, heartfelt thanks to everyone who has expressed concern for my safety since the last posting about the break-in. I appreciate that because shit was hella scary. Thanks to Christine and Ana I’ve managed to find refuge and stay out of trouble. I sincerely appreciate you all reading this blog…I know I’m not offering anything beyond silly commentary but it makes me feel like we’re connected. CORNBALL. Oh and check it out, I got my nails shortened and re-done. Neon pink and Gold this time, holl@:


Finally, big shout out to my girl Shanaze Reade. At 19, she is already established as a professional BMX racer for Great Britain riding her way to an Olympic gold medal in Beijing. Word. Superficially, I dig that she’s repping for the diasporic/mixed kids around the world as the daughter of a Jamaican father and Irish mother. She’s fucking dope and I wish I had her fearlessness:

You gotta love this glamour shot:

So, while all y’all are drooling over Michael Phelps, I’ll be cheering Shaneze on (not that you can’t do both). OH ALSO: Janelle Monae’s “Metropolis” finally drops today. GO COP THIS RIGHT NOW! Support quality music. Unfortunately, supporting Metropolis means supporting Diddy. Why must he ruin everything? Exactly one week before I get to witness her (and Raphael Saadiq) brilliance LIVE. I’ll be sure to take photos for bragging rights:

Yo, to be honest, I’m having a REALLY hard time coming to terms with the loss of the late great Isaac Hayes. Austin, this is how I imagined us dressing during senior week (consider me an Isaac Hayes “trend sweater”):

Ugh, I think I’m in love.
Filed under: Race CARD | Tags: hugh hefner, james brown, jazz, nat king cole, playboy


What many of you may or may not know is that well before the days of Playboy’s Penthouse andThe Girls Next Door Hugh Hefner hosted his very own show called Playboy After Dark. It had a short run (too short if you ask me) between 1969-1970. The show was thought to be quite controversial back in the day due to Hefner’s colorful guests (catch the drift?). Hefner invited the best and brightest Jazz musicians/singers to chop it up and showcase their talent for an always bizarre audience (miscellaneous Playboy girls, regular hot shots, Hefner and his buddies). Needless to say, the white folks had it shut down swiftly. While, of course, there are problematic and straight up strange dynamics on the show, it gets me a bit nostalgic for quality television I’ve never known. I know you’re going to watch the clips and be like “Isa…Really?” but there’s always a role for powerful white people willing to share the wealth. Good liquor, good acoustics, lots of airplay. What white man is willing to hand the mic over to the political/talented musicians of our generation? Jon Stewart? That douchebag from Karmaloop TV? All we have is Mario Lopez hosting a show in which JC and Lil’ Mama judge Filipinos breakdancing. I mean, shit, it doesn’t get more absurd than that! (Don’t fret, I love America’s Best Dance Crew as much as the rest). Anyway, here are some of my favorite performers/performances featured on Playboy After Dark. Unfortunately, there’s limited archival video footage available. I wanted to show you the clip of Nat King Cole (my heart) but these will have to do…this one’s for my fellow jazz and funk enthusiasts:
James Brown “Say It Loud, I’m Black and I’m Proud”
Sammy Davis Jr “I Gotta Be Me”
Choppin’ It Up with Frank Laine
Ah, the good ol’ days…










