There’s a Pill For That

There’s a pill for everything. Literally, everything. You have a headache? Take a pill. You can’t sleep? Take a pill. You feel anxious? Take a pill. You can’t sit still? Take a pill. You can’t get an erection? Take a pill. You feel depressed? Take a pill. You want to lose weight? Take a pill. Why can’t the majority of Americans stop and think, what could I do to remedy this WITHOUT taking something? Because the American society has led them to believe that their bodies cannot heal themselves.

The biggest issue I have with this is the widespread ignorance in the States when it comes to different types of medicine. Conventional medicine is not the only kind of medicine. Alternative medicine (a broad category of treatments that don’t fall under the conventional category) is widely used all over the world, and can be just as effective as modern medicine.

Sure, you should certainly go through surgical procedures and take modern medicine if you have a serious health problem (i.e. appendix rupture), because that’s the most effective way of dealing with such an issue. However, if you just have trouble sleeping, popping pills is not the smartest way to deal with the matter (especially since most sleeping pills are addictive).

When I lived in China, I went to this doctor every once in a while. I would come in and sit down. He would feel my pulse and look at my tongue. Before I say anything, he would already have a sense of what was wrong. I would tell him everything that’s been bothering me, and he would ask me several questions (about appetite, sleep pattern, bowel movement, etc). As he does this, he would write down a long list of herbs and other natural ingredients onto his pad.Then I would return the next day to get herbal medicine that’s been boiled for hours – in the form of drinkable “tea” (for lack of a better term; I’m not going to lie, it is the most unpalatable tea you’ll ever taste).

Yeah, it smells and tastes like shit, but it works. I believe it does, anyway. Believe what you want. I’d take the medicine twice a day for two weeks, and return for another batch. It helped me gain appetite. It helped me sleep better. It helped my poor circulation (cold hands & feet). It helped me digest better. I wish I could go back to that doctor today. These herbs helps your body do its job better. They let your body do its thing, without messing with the natural balance of things. It’s all about the balance.

The biggest difference between natural and conventional medicine is the approach to symptoms. For example, let’s say you have an ear infection. You go to a conventional doctor. He would look at your symptoms, and diagnose that you have an ear infection. He would prescribe you meds to get rid of your symptoms.  However, months later, you get another ear infection. You go through the same procedure, and may become stuck in the cycle for over a long period of time.

You turn to alternative medicine. The practitioner would see your symptoms and see that you have an ear infection. He then would talk with you about your lifestyle and whatnot to figure out WHY you have this ear infection. As in, he would try to figure out what is causing the offset of balance in your body. Do you see the difference? He would try to figure out the real source of your symptoms. Once you find that, and help your body regain its natural balance, you won’t get another ear infection again.

My point is, open up your mind a little. Alternative medicine is not a bunch of hokey pokey. The next time you have a headache, try not to immediately grab the Advil bottle. Not all effective medicine are created in laboratories. Google alternative medicine. Become more aware. Spread the word.



I’ve been drinking freely since I was 15. Freely as in walking into a convenience store and buying beer (or a handle of whiskey). Freely as in going to a supermarket and loading up a shopping cart full of liquor for a house party. Freely as in walking into a club and getting shitfaced off open bar all night, any night. All without being carded, of course. I’ve never been ID’d in Shanghai, ever.

I lost this freedom when I came to college in America. 21, my ass. It just HAD to be my generation. Why 21? Because that’s when your brain is done developing, yes, sure, whatever. But… Why? What does that have to do with alcohol consumption?

In my opinion, the sooner a kid is allowed to drink, the better. Sure, kids will go through the reckless stages and do stupid shit, but they all need to go through it to become mature human beings. This is why so many American college kids are immature fucks. They go through the irresponsible stage that we went through and got over years ago. If the country weren’t so strict about drinking, there wouldn’t be nearly as many frat boys running around yelling “WHOOOOO BEER! YEUH!!!” and being complete retards. If they were introduced to alcohol earlier, then drinking wouldn’t be “cool.” It would just be the norm. They wouldn’t go running around trying to prove themselves to the world.

When I was a kid, my parents tried to get me to drink. They would offer me wine and beer all the time. Sometimes I’d have a sip or two, but I just didn’t like the taste of alcohol. Since it was put in my face all the time and wasn’t a “no-no” thing, I learned that drinking wasn’t a big deal.

Growing up in Shanghai, all we international kids were introduced to the “party scene” very early. It was a hell of an environment for teenagers to grow up in. We thrived and prospered. I started going to clubs when I was a sophomore in high school (which is actually pretty late by Shanghai standards). I went out every weekend and got smashed beyond belief. Those were the senseless days. However, by the time I was a junior, I was a responsible drinker.

Now I’m in college. I despise the clubbing scene. It’s too much for me. I am so “over it.” It’s just too loud, crowded and sleazy for me to actually enjoy myself. I much prefer going to bars. I don’t own a fake ID ($200 for a piece of plastic that might not even work? No thanks). I just have my ways of drinking. Freshman year was tough for me. It took me a while to figure out how to get around.

I hate being treated like a kid who is incapable of making my own decisions. You’re allowed to drive a damn car by the time you’re 16, you can buy cigarettes when you’re 18, but you have to wait 3-5 years to have a drink. If you marry young, you can’t even legally drink at your own wedding. What a fucking joke. The drinking law doesn’t mean jack shit anyway. The more they enforce it, the more kids will try to get around it. Just give them the freedom to make their own decisions and their own mistakes. They should learn earlier than later. No more YEAH BEER dudes. No more bullshit. Well, less, anyway.

Sue Me

Americans and lawsuits. It’s getting quite out of hand, don’t you think? People are suing people for every little thing imaginable. When I was having trouble with my apartment (the landlord took forever in fixing the leaky roof and I was exposed to toxic mold), everyone I talked to asked me why I wasn’t suing the guy. Umm, I don’t know, because I don’t want to? Since when is filing a lawsuit the first thing that comes to mind when you have a problem?

I’m realizing the severity of this problem every time I go to my business law class. I just read an article of a case where a four year old was sued for negligence. She had run down an elderly woman with her bicycle. A four year old! What a fucking joke. Kids will be kids.

Another case that blew me away was Martin Kessman v. White Castle. Kessman is a 64 year old who’s 6ft tall and 290 lbs. He sued White Castle because he couldn’t comfortably fit into a booth. He banged his knee against the table’s metal supports. He left the restaurant “embarrassed and in pain,” and wrote to the headquarters voicing his concern. They sent him coupons for free burgers and didn’t make any changes to the booths. Kessman then proceeded to sue the company. He was obviously just trying to win money from this. If he’s 290 lbs he probably shouldn’t be in a fucking White Castle in the first place. The funny thing is, the fat fuck probably used those coupons anyway. He says that he had his wife pick up the food for him.

This case reminds me of another lawsuit where a fat lady who sued Dunkin Donuts for her fatness. Are you fucking serious? News flash – donuts are fattening. You choose to eat them at your own discretion. What a bunch of obese idiots. Honestly. Another lawsuit of a mother suing Dunkin Donuts because their hash browns burned the mouth of her 15-month-old son. News flash – hash browns are hot. They are deep fried in boiling oil. And why the FUCK were you feeding your 15-month-old child hash browns anyway? That is just bad parenting right there. She was just trying to win the $200,000.

How the hell has it come this far, America? I have half a mind to sue you for negligence. Frivolous lawsuit after frivolous lawsuit, people are suing other people and companies for thousands and millions. And every once in a while they win the thousands or millions, and the rest of America thinks, “hey, that could happen to me too!” This dude tried to sue NBC for $2.5 million because the show Fear Factor made him vomit. 2.5 fucking million dollars for making him queasy! Blatant. Greed. People are looking for ways to get rich quick at others’ expense. They don’t give a shit who they’re hurting, as long as they get the $$$.

Another ridiculous lawsuit – Edward Brewer, a convicted rapist, sued the hospital where he committed the rape. He charged the hospital for negligence because it had failed to provide enough security to protect its patients. So, he was basically blaming the hospital for his raping of a poor woman with cerebral palsy. He’s serving 10 years in prison. He should be in there for the rest of his life. Fucking infuriating.

Am I the only one who’s revolted by this issue? It literally makes me sick to my stomach. Maybe I can sue for this and make some dough. Han v. The United States of America for $10 million. No, $100 million!


Architects & Engineers for 911 Truth.

These are professionals who provide sufficient scientific facts and forensic evidence to conclude that three World Trade Center buildings #1 (North Tower), #2 (South Tower), and #7 (the 47-story high-rise across Vesey St) were destroyed not by jet impact and office fires but by controlled demolition with explosives. [This specific video addresses the mystery behind the collapse of WTC7]

NOTE that they are not extremist nuts who try to push a conspiracy theory (like “the government did it”). They are calling upon Congress and the public for a truly independent investigation with subpoena power.

I’m not putting this up to cause controversy. I’m not going to lie, these videos really blew my mind. I’m still not going to comment too much on this issue. However, I am going to say this – the level of racism and hatred against Muslims in this country is appalling. Terrorist this, terrorist that. I blame ignorance.

This segment from a bollywood movie, Kurbaan (2009), shows an atypical point of view that redefines terrorism:


I repeat, I am not a conspirator. I just like to look at things from all points of view. At this point, I’m not even sure what I believe in. I just think that people should really see both sides of an argument before choosing a side and dismissing the other (or worse, attacking the other). That is all.


I’m sick and tired of mind numbing commercials on American television. Especially late night cable programming. I’m a night owl. I leave the TV running in the wee hours of mornings. Sometimes I catch myself staring at the screen with my eyes half shut and my mouth gaping open. If I was overweight with a bag of chips in my hand, I’d look like a typical couch potato who has no life whatsoever.

In Korea, commercial breaks during a program on the public broadcasting channel is prohibited. That’s right. Advertisers can only insert ads before and after shows. On cable, a reasonable amount of commercials are allowed to be played in the middle of the program. The length and the number of ads depend on the length of the program, and are limited by strict regulations. If these rules were changed, there would be an uproar. A RIOT! Can you imagine? No “we’ll be right back,” no “we’re going to have a short commercial break,” yada yada yada.

One thing that bothers me the MOST is how they play the SAME goddamn ads on every goddamn commercial break during a program. I realize that this is to make sure that the ad is seen by people who’re just tuning in, but what about the rest of us who were actually watching from the beginning? I also realize that it’s to really drill the ad into our minds. But is this really how you want to approach your audience? By annoying us to death so that we’d remember your stupid commercial?

A particular ad comes to mind… The Great Neck Nissan commercial. It’s of this guy who literally YELLS AT YOU saying FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS CASH!!!!!! over and over and over again. Have you seen it? Click on the link and watch it. It’s ridiculous. Just thinking about the late nights hearing that dude yell at me on every commercial break gives me a headache. It blows my mind how IN YOUR FACE it is. Is it really necessary? Another ad that comes to mind is the 5 Hour Energy commercial. The ad isn’t TOO terrible, but I just hate that douchey guy in the end. “That was fast and easy,” he says, as he sits down and reads the newspaper like a douchey douchebag. I can’t really pinpoint why I hate him so much. I just do.

Oh and you gotta love the lawyer commercials like this one. The speaker is always staring you down. Literally. They don’t even blink. I’m guessing it’s some kind of strategy to make them seem more convincing? OH and how could I forget the countless drug commercials! Oh my fucking god, the drug commercials. They drive me insane. You know, how they show completely irrelevant visuals of people running around laughing on the beach during sunset while they list all the horrible side effects of the drug (as quickly as possible). The side effects list of the drug is always longer its benefits list. That’s why they have to say it fast. I’m sure most people don’t even hear them, they’re probably mesmerized by the beautiful images on screen… like this Cymbalta commercial (used to treat depression). I love the part where the voice over says “including increased thoughts of suicide,” and it shows a dog licking the lady’s face. Suicide… HOW CUTE. And you gotta love the commercial that comes after it, you know, one of those “If you’ve taken ____ and suffered massive internal bleeding you may be titled to compensation” ads. Ha-fucking-ha.

Anyway, my point is, American commercials are getting dumber and dumber. More obvious. More in your face. More CASH NOW and THIS NOW and THAT NOW. CALL NOW! WHY AREN’T YOU CALLING? CALL RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!! Enough already. Bloody hell. The ironic thing is, I want to go into advertising. I won’t be working on low budget bullshit though (I hope). When I was creating ads for Direct Marketing class, the professor kept telling me “you’re not showing the offer early enough,” over and over again.  My efforts of giving the ad some artistic substance and story were ignored. You gotta present the deal up front. You gotta display the call number up front. You gotta yell CALL NOW up front. That’s just how it is. Have you ever seen the movie “Idiocracy“? If not, look it up. It’s where we’re headed.

The Reality Obsession

When you think about America, it’s hard not to conjure up an image of Jersey Shore. Or some other kind of reality TV nonsense. This past summer, Jersey Shore’s season premiere drew 8.8 million total viewers. 8.8 MILLION! This was the MTV’s most-watched opener to date. The show is disgraceful and mind numbing. The participants act their parts as white trash. They are giving the country a bad rap.

However, I’m not going to go on about how dumb this show is and how dumb it makes America look (especially since it’s so outrageously popular). You should know that by now. At least I hope you do. What I really want to get to the bottom of is: why the hell are we so drawn to this type of entertainment? As much as I like to hate on reality TV, I can’t help but be sucked into the “real lives” of these characters on screen.

My dorm roommate used to be obsessed with MTV. She owned the TV. Her TV, her channel. When she had it playing, I tried to drown it out as much as possible, but sometimes I just couldn’t resist. I judged these morons and openly shared my views about them, yet I couldn’t look away. Jersey Shore, Teen Mom, 16 and Pregnant, I Used To Be Fat, Extreme Cribs, The Real World… The whole lot.

It all started with The Real World. They put an array of different individuals with diverse backgrounds under one roof and filmed their daily interactions. Kind of like a social experiment. The funny thing is, these individuals were instantly categorized under stereotypes in the viewers’ minds. The funnier thing is, these characters actually acted like those stereotypes. They showed us what we wanted to see. The “real world” really wasn’t that real at all. The reality of it all disintegrated as soon as those cameras were placed.

This brings me back to why we are so drawn to reality TV characters. They show us what we want to see. In Jersey Shore, for example, we expect to see outrageous, tasteless interactions. I shudder at the memory of their actions in Italy (“Jersey Shore smushes Italy.” Real classy stuff). They really showed a good image of America to Europeans, who, in turn, booed and laughed at them, as normal people should. There was a scene where Snookie and what’s her face (dressed in tiny highlighter colored dresses and furry boots) were dancing on tabletops of a restaurant at 10 in the morning, and proceeded to fall asleep with their faces in their breakfast until they were asked to leave. What a fucking embarrassment! What kind of “real people” act like that? That’s because they are not actually REAL people.

However, they still give me what I want to see. Dumb hos making a fool out of themselves in public and on mass television. They think they’re the shit, which makes my viewing even more pleasurable (in a twisted sense). What would Jersey Shore be without skanky hos? Just a bunch of orange douchebags with horrible hairdos who act like a bunch of high schoolers even though they’re actually 30. Keep pumpin those fists while you can, boys… Your fame won’t last long. A few years down the road, these “TV stars” will have nothing to show for their “achievements” other than memories of the good times and skin cancer.

The Real Story Behind Thanksgiving ?

Thanksgiving is coming up. I never really understood this holiday. I’ve heard various renditions of the origins of it. The first one I heard was the “Settlers sat with the Native Americans to celebrate a bountiful harvest,” then I heard “Native Americans saved the settlers with their farming knowledge.” I also heard “Native Americans had nothing to do with it, they had slaughtered them all,” and “It was a day where everyone came together to thank god for his graciousness (HA).” So, I researched it.

The story that is told to kids:

“Let us have a great Thanksgiving party, and invite the friendly Indians, and all rejoice together,” said the Pilgrim mothers. So they had the first Thanksgiving party, and a grand one it was! Four men went out shooting one whole day, and brought back so many wild ducks and geese and great wild turkeys that there was enough for almost a week. There was deer meat also, of course, for there were plenty of fine deer in the forest. Then the Pilgrim mothers made the corn and wheat into bread and cakes, and they had fish and clams from the sea besides. The friendly Indians all came with their chief Massasoit. Every one came that was invited, and more, I dare say, for there were ninety of them altogether. They brought five deer with them that they gave to the Pilgrims; and they must have liked the party very much, for they stayed three days. Kind as the Indians were, you would have been very much frightened if you had seen them (ha).

The “real” story:

The colony was first organized on a communal basis, as their financiers required. Land was owned in common. The Pilgrims farmed communally, too, following the “from each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs” precept. The results were disastrous. Communism didn’t work any better 400 years ago than it does today. By 1623, the colony had suffered serious losses. Starvation was imminent. Bradford realized that the communal system encouraged and rewarded waste and laziness and inefficiency, and destroyed individual initiative. Desperate, he abolished it. He distributed private plots of land among the surviving Pilgrims, encouraging them to plant early and farm as individuals, not collectively. The results: a bountiful early harvest that saved the colonies. After the harvest, the Pilgrims celebrated with a day of Thanksgiving. (Note the absence of Native Americans in this version)

Sooo, I choose to believe that Thanksgiving was a day of being grateful for the rise of capitalism. No wonder it’s such a celebrated holiday. Americans and capitalism are inseparable. Despite all the discrepancies in the stories, I like the traditions of Thanksgiving. Getting together with your loved ones (or not so loved ones) and feasting on an obscene amount of food. Since my family is halfway across the world, I get a little sad during the holidays when my American friends ditch me for their families. I miss Korean holidays and our little traditions. I don’t exactly remember when they are or what they are (I am a bad Korean), but I remember what we used to do…and what we used to eat. The whole family would get together and make dumplings, rice cakes and the like. We’d wear colorful traditional Hanbok clothing and bow to our elders for pocket money. Anyways, I have plenty of other “orphan” friends who I spend Thanksgiving with. Last Thanksgiving, we went to TGI Friday’s then got smashed afterwards. This year, we’re planning on going to IKEA (they have a Thanksgiving special) then getting smashed afterwards. All is well.


Body Ritual Among the Nacirema Tribe

[ By Sir Horatio Galbraith ]

Nacirema culture spends a considerable portion of the days in ritual activity.  The focus of this activity is the human body, the appearance and health of which loom as a dominant concern in the ethos of the people.  While such a concern is certainly not unusual, its ceremonial aspects and associated philosophy are unique.

The fundamental belief underlying the whole system appears to be that the human body is ugly and that its natural tendency is to debility and disease.  Incarnated in such a body, man’s only hope is to avert these characteristics through the use of the powerful influences of ritual and ceremony.  Every household has one or more shrines devoted to this purpose.

While each family has at least one such shrine, the rituals associated with it are not family ceremonies but are private and secret.  The rites are normally only discussed with children and then only during the period when they are being initiated into these mysteries.  I was able, however, to establish sufficient rapport with the natives to examine these shrines and to have the rituals described to me.

The focal point of the shrine is a box or chest.  In this chest are kept the many charms and magical potions without which no native believes he could live.  These preparations are secured from a variety of specialized practitioners.  The most powerful of these are the medicine men, whose assistance must be rewarded with substantial gifts.  However, the medicine men do not provide the curative potions for their clients, but decide what the ingredients should be and then write them down in an ancient and secret language.  This writing is understood only by the medicine men and by the herbalist who, for another gift, provides the required charm.

The charm is not disposed of after it has served its purpose but is placed in the charm–box of the household shrine.  As these magical materials are specific for certain ills, and the real or imagined maladies of the people are many, the charm–box is usually overflowing.  The magical packets are so numerous that people forget what their purposes were and fear to use them again.  We can only assume that the idea in retaining all the old magical materials is that their presence in the charm–box, before which the body rituals are conducted, will in some way protect the worshipper.

In the hierarchy of magical practitioners, and below the medicine men in prestige, are specialists whose designation is best translated “holy–mouth–men.”  The Nacirema have an almost pathological horror of and fascination with the mouth, the condition of which is believed to have a supernatural influence on all social relationships.  Were it not for the rituals of the mouth, they believe that their teeth would fall out, their gums bleed, their jaws shrink, their friends desert them, and their lovers reject them.

In addition to the private mouth–rite, people seek out a holy–mouth–man once or twice a year.  These practitioners have an impressive set ofparaphernalia, consisting of a variety of augers, awls, probes, and prods.  The use of these objects in the exorcism of the evils of the mouth involves almost unbelievable ritual torture of the client.  The holy–mouth–man opens the clients mouth and, using the above mentioned tools, enlarges any holes which decay may have created in the teeth.  Magical materials are put into these holes.  If there are no naturally occurring holes in the teeth, large sections of one or more teeth are gouged out so that the supernatural substance can be applied.  In the client’s view, the purpose of these ministrations is to arrest decay and to draw friends.  The extremely sacred  and traditional character of the rite is evident in the fact that the natives return to the holy–mouth–men year after year, despite the fact that their teeth continue to decay.

It is to be hoped that, when a thorough study of the Nacirema is made, there will be careful inquiry into the personality structure of these people.  One has but to watch the gleam in the eye of a holy–mouth–man, as he jabs an awl into an exposed nerve, to suspect that a certain amount of sadism is involved.  If this can be established, a very interesting pattern emerges, for most of the population shows definite masochistic tendencies.  It was to these that Professor Linton referred in discussing a distinctive part of the daily body ritual which is performed only by men.  This part of the rite involves scraping and lacerating the surface of the face with a sharp instrument.  Special women’s rites are performed only four times during each lunar month, but what they lack in frequency is made up in barbarity.  As part of this ceremony, women bake their heads in small ovens for about an hour.  The theoretically interesting point is that what seems to be a preponderantly masochistic people have developed sadistic specialists.

The medicine men have an imposing temple, or latipso, in every community of any size.  The more elaborate ceremonies required to treat very sick patients can only be performed at this temple.  The supplicant entering the temple is first stripped of all his or her clothes.  In every–day life the Nacirema avoids exposure of his body and its natural functions.  Bathing and excretory acts are performed only in secrecy where they are ritualized as part of the body–rites.  Psychological shock results from the fact that body secrecy is suddenly lost upon entry into the latipso.  A man, whose own wife have never seen him in an excretory act, suddenly finds himself naked while he performs his natural functions into a sacred vessel.  This sort of ceremonial treatment is necessitated by the fact that the excreta are used by a diviner to ascertain the course and nature of the client’s sickness.  Female clients, on the other hand, find their naked bodies are subjected to the scrutiny, manipulation and prodding of the medicine men.

In conclusion, mention must be made of certain practices which have their base in native esthetics but which depend upon the pervasive aversion to the natural body and its functions. There are ritual fasts to make fat people thin and ceremonial feasts to make thin people fat.  Still other rites are used to make women’s breasts larger if they are small, and smaller if they are large.  General dissatisfaction with breast shape is symbolized in the fact that the ideal form is virtually outside the range of human variation.  A few women afflicted with almost inhuman hypermamary development are so idolized that they make a handsome living by simply permitting the natives to stare at them for a fee.

Reference has already been made to the fact that excretory functions are ritualized, routinized, and relegated to secrecy.  Natural reproductive functions are similarly distorted. Intercourse is taboo as a topic and scheduled as an act.  Efforts are made to avoid pregnancy by the use of magical materials or by limiting intercourse to certain phases of the moon. Conception is actually very infrequent.  When pregnant, women dress so as to hide their condition.  Parturition takes place in secret, without friends or relatives to assist, and majority of women do not nurse their infants.

Our review of the ritual life of the Nacirema has certainly shown them to be a magic–ridden people.  It is hard to understand how they have managed to exist so long under the burdens which they have imposed upon themselves.


PS. Spell Nacirema backwards. Ahaaaaaa !

More on this subject later –

I just wanted to share this, it really made me think.

Get Your Drugs Here

I remember the first time I walked into an American drug store (a Duane Reade in Herald Square). My mind was blown. It was like a miniature super store… or a corner store on steroids. Everything you could possibly need displayed neatly in shiny aisles – food, cleaning products, gift cards, beauty stuff…and of course, meds. Where I come from, we had grocery stores for food, beauty stores for lipstick, and pharmacies for meds. The one thing that completely blew my mind was how HUGE the “DRUGS” sign was. I was standing on the escalator, staring at the blinking, neon, red white & blue sign that read “GET YOUR DRUGS HERE” with 5 arrows pointing downwards. My jaw dropped. Was all that flashiness really necessary? It might as well have said, “Welcome to America.”

It’s the change of the season. It’s sad, really, because I barely got to enjoy fall. Spring and fall barely exist in this city. Every time there is a drastic change in climate, I get sick. I’m in the process of moving, so I couldn’t locate my meds amongst the boxes. I couldn’t even remember if I have any meds left that isn’t Nyquil (I realized that it’s a devil drug that gives me nightmares and turns me into a zombie the next morning). This means one thing… the dreaded trip to the drug store. I hate going to the drug store to buy meds. I feel like every time I do, I spend a good solid half an hour staring at the aisle-ful of meds, wondering which one I should get.

I feel like every single fucking box of OTC cold medicine I pick up, it’s either missing a symptom I have or has one too many. So I’m standing there, trying to either compensate or overdrug myself for a symptom I don’t have. And honestly, why does there have to be so many choices? I understand the whole American view of “having too many choices is better than having too little,” even though they’re all basically the same (i.e. the soda aisle – 98% equivalent ingredients – high fructose corn syrup + flavoring). Why, oh why, does one company need to make 5 different kinds of pills for one drug? Same ingredients, different format. Tablets? Cherry flavored? Gel capsules? Easy-to-swallow? Daytime? Nighttime? Not to mention syrups, powders, nasal shots, balms, blah fucking blah. Each company makes over 5 different kinds, and there are well over 5 companies that make the same thing. THEN, on top of that, the drug store you’re at makes copies of those drugs and sells them for cheaper (“compare ingredients with Tylenol!”)

So many minutes, so many hours… wasted. From staring at damn aisles full of drugs that don’t even address my problems. I’m used to natural meds that address the underlying causes of symptoms, not synthetic meds that temporarily relieve symptoms. All I’m saying is, well… it’s stupid. And I’m tired of it.

My Husband Called Me Fat

I was waiting in line by the counter at CVS to pay. A gossip magazine was yelling out at me. Kim Kardasian’s HUSBAND FROM HELL. From hearing FIT girls talk about stupid celebrity gossip, I knew that Kim just got married a few months ago. Had a huge Hollywood wedding and everything. I have no idea how many times she’s been married, but I’m guessing it’s more than once. Underneath the huge headline, it said, “he hit on other women and called Kim FAT.” Oh my GOD. IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD. Well, end of the marriage, anyway. There are plenty of wives who are physically abused and treated like absolute shit all over the country, but when Kim is called fat by her playboy husband, it makes it to the cover of every gossip magazine. It blows my fucking mind.

I swear Hollywood has ruined the sanctity of marriage in the States. Okay, I’m not being fair. There are plenty of other factors that have led to this. But Hollywood plays a big part of it. These rich beautiful people that the public “aspires” to be…  change spouses whenever they get bored. Like husbands and wives are furniture… or wallpaper. Why keep your old lackluster room when you can afford to redecorate? Why stick with a color you no longer like when you can just paint over it with a fresh new one? Why can’t you Hollywood snobs just not get married and date around like normal people?

More and more people are getting married on a whim. And getting divorced when things start to turn sour. Coming from Asia, this is hard to understand for me. If you’re not 100% sure you want to marry someone and stay committed, why the hell are you doing it? You shouldn’t do it unless you’re willing to give it your absolute best to make it work. My parents have been married for over 20 years. They’ve had problems. And I mean MAJOR problems. Some of which a lot of American couples would’ve broken up over. They feel obligated to stay married and work out their issues because marriage is not something that should be taken lightly. It is a binding contract. If you’re religious (my parents are), this is also a contract with “God.”

Another reason why I started thinking about this subject was because a few of kids my age that I know from high school are getting married (or are already married). Mind you, I’m only 19 years old. I don’t want to sound like a complete cynic, but HA. GOOD LUCK. We’ll see how happily in love you are a few years down the road. I’m not saying that I don’t believe in young love. Because I absolutely do. Be infatuated! Be in love! Enjoy your youth! Just don’t get fucking married before you’re even allowed to drink!!!

When I think of divorces, I think of bloodsucking lawyers, alimony and custody battles. Then I got to thinking about the whole society’s norm bullshit. You meet “the one,” you marry “the one,” you have children with “the one.” What if you do indeed meet “the one,” but don’t want to get married? What if you fall in love “the one,” and want to have children out of wedlock? What if you don’t meet “the one” at all, and just want to have some fucking kids? Yada yada yada. The list goes on. These lines are becoming more blurred, but they’re still there. If my future husband ever calls me FAT, I’m going to file for divorce. Ha, I’m just kidding. I don’t want to get married. Ever.