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Saturday, 24 October 2009
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On Mars
au·dac·i·ty (ô-dăs'ĭ-tē) The state or quality of being impudent or arrogantly self-confident.
Now I understand that when a boy approaches a girl there is a certain amount of ego involved and that it probably took a whole lot of guts for him to do it in the first place. But over the years I have become increasingly astonished about the kinds of reactions that I have gotten when I politely say no thanks.
When are boys going to learn that being rude is only sealing their fate and turning a, "No thanks, possibly just at this moment," to a "No thanks, don't ever bother asking again."
I also find it completely un-endearing when boys respond with a sheepish, "Well it's not like I was asking you to marry me."
Boys, listen up...
Just because you find yourself attracted to me, doesn't mean I was trying to attract you. Sorry.
Sometimes it's because I am truly not interested and I want to be fair-- because I totally would love to rip you off and make you pay for an expensive dinner, especially in this economic climate.
Sometimes I just got caught off guard. I'm at a stage in my life where I have had enough "fun" and I am ok with where I am. Single. Simple. So dating, not on my mind, and really... not a priority.
In either case, you still have the chance to get to know me and perhaps your fate could change.
But, if you are given to being rude about it, or have the need show me that you aren't serious, then don't bother. I just don't have the energy or the time.
Friday, 25 September 2009
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Reporting from the Norwood Club...

Meet Rebecca Harell (pictured here with the Algaeus, the first car to be powered by algae derived bio-diesel) the executive producer of FUEL, a movie that chronicles the journey of Josh Trickell as he works to disseminate information to the masses about ecologically sound fuel alternatives.
Visit http://thefuelfilm.com/ and then go see the movie. (It's playing at AMC Empire 25 Times Square if you are in NYC.)
As a girl who strives to be green on a personal level, I can't help but be in awe of people like Rebecca and Josh who have taken the initiative make a larger impact and take responsibility for affecting change to ensure the well being of our planet.
In related news...
I was recruited to be the fashion coordinator of the 2009 ECOFEST fashion show.
ECOFEST is the largest environmental conference in New York City. Its primary goal is to showcase and demonstrate to the public, accessible ways to live green. This is its 21st year. ECOFEST will take place in Central Park on Sunday, October 4th. It's 100% free.
COME JOIN ME!
(btw... the green stuff in the flask I am holding is Algae, learn more about it here: article about algae based biofuels.)
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
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Q and A
I don't have any children, but now I have my pageant girls.
I think about them all the time, for example, today my friend Rain and I were having a conversation (slightly edited):
Rain: How are you by the way? Missing anything? Satisfied?
Me(in proper beauty queen format): Thank you for that question Rain. I would say I am pretty satisfied right now, because as I have grown older I've come to realize that what you think you want will not necessarily make you happy and it's the perception of missing something that truly drives discontent. Thank you. Once again, I'm Alice, your contestant number zero.
They've permeated every hour of my day, dictating when I eat and sleep. I stayed up last night worrying if they'd submit their bios on time for the M-Weekly Miss Asia Special Edition and today, I missed out on many of my favorite foods at the dim sum press conference because I was watching them, coaching them through the junket. If you know me at all, food is serious business.
Every night Konnie (my assistant image director and partner in crime)pour over the day's work, making notes to ourselves about how much the girls have done. I'm a little bit the bad cop, ready to tell all the girls where they need to improve, but Konnie always reminds me of how much they have grown and learned in the few short hours we have with them every day.
Even though I am a fashion and beauty girl, having worked in this industry for a good solid ten years, I am not an everyday makeup girl. I am not an every day 4" heels to go to the deli girl. I am not even an everyday brush my hair girl. But for my ladies, I get up every morning and put on makeup and brush my hair. I've opened my vast archive of dresses and put my ridiculous collection of heels to work. I know I need to walk the walk and talk the talk if I want to turn out international pageant winners.
And I know, when they crown Miss Asia East Coast, my very first baby queen, I will be in the wings bawling into Konnie's shoulder.
Come see my girls: http://www.sundayusa.us/missasia/info.html
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
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Double or Single?
I found this short film so compelling and so relevant to how Asian American women perceive themselves that I had to share it. To read more about the film click here
I've set up shop for Miss Asia here. Check it out it if you want to know about what goes on in the days leading up to a beauty pageant or if you are just plain nosey.
Sunday, 19 July 2009
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Miss Asia in America
If you thought I left my days of Asian American community activities (and activism) behind with Altra... SURPRISE, I'm back. My newest incarnation is US Image Director of ATV's Miss Asia pageants.
I know, I know...
"What?!?"
"Alice...noo..."
Try not to judge! Before you start erasing my name from your list of favorite AA feminists give me a chance.
When I think of beauty pageants this quote from my favorite Asian American comedienne, Margaret Cho comes to mind:
"It's this idea of beauty as being a rumor that becomes true in the re-telling."
Growing up, blissfully living the American Dream in a predominantly caucasian suburb, I was never what you might call "disadvantaged." And I won't lie and say that I didn't have a healthy perception of my physical appearance either. My aunts and uncles doted on me, always suggesting that I'd grow up and compete in Hong Kong for one of the coveted beauty queen tiles. Or that I'd be Miss Chinatown, Houston.
But this in itself poses an interesting question: Why do I have to travel to Hong Kong to be beautiful? Why am I only beautiful within the confines of Chinatown? I didn't even live in Chinatown! Seeing nothing but Texas blond beauty queens on TV didn't help either. It was exciting for me if there was a brunette Miss America (Lynda Carter!), because that was the closest thing to an American role model who looked like me, and was praised for her beauty and to a certain extent, her intelligence.
This brings us back to what Margaret said.
One of those beauty pageants that my aunts and uncles fantasized that I would fly off to Hong Kong and compete in, ATV's Miss Asia, founded in 1985, is now acknowledging that there is a significant and important Asian population here in the United States. Originally only open to Los Angeles women, the competition is now open to New York and San Francisco, for the first time in the three years ATV has invited the US to send a representative over. We now get three representatives, three ladies to send to Asia and show how Asians who grow up in the United States are awesome enough to act as a representative of Asian awesomeness to the world.
So how does what Margaret said apply to Miss Asia in America, especially because it's still "Miss Asia," and especially because the girls who win the 3 US regionals still go to Hong Kong to compete for the final titles?
Well, because we aren't Asians in Hong Kong. We are Americans. We are ambassadors of our community, of our country. And the ladies who are chosen here, in the process of being chosen, they rally the community around them, they become role models.
Now that there are three regional competitions, the access has tripled. Girls from all over the US are welcome to apply as long as they are willing and able to travel to the respective locations for trials and the actual pageant. If you can come from Texas and compete in California or New York, even better. Bring your community with you.
For my generation and the generations before me, there were very few visible or popular Asian American role models. Asian American girls, like all other women of color were always forced to put their beauty in context. The producers of All American Girl told Margaret that she was "too Asian" looking and not relatable to the American public. Getting canned for not being funny is one thing, but fired for looking like you do, off a show based on your life?
I think it's about time that we had a forum here in America that is not just confined to individual communities, that is not just contained within the US, that encourages Asian American girls to embrace their beauty and gives them the opportunity to reshape the perception of "beautiful" in America. I think it's about time we had the opportunity to represent America in this capacity because Asian American women should be proud and know they are beautiful just because they are.
Represent. Apply. www.sundayusa.us/missasia/
Friday, 26 June 2009
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Darwin's General Store
I was at my desk, probably sorting through some color approval swatches when my former boss came in, clutching a tissue, red rimmed eyes. I couldn't ignore it so I asked, "What happened?"
She was on the subway and a dapper man stepped on, pretty blond 7yr.old daughter in tow. The little girl sat down next to her and dozed off, resting a headful of perfect ringlets against her shoulder. That was all it took.
RA doesn't have children. She wanted them at some point in time but had long shuttered those thoughts, a child didn't fit into her husband's life plan.
This memory came back to me today while I was having a candid discussion about an ad I found searching for egg donors.
"Don't do it. You're going to want your eggs one day."
"It's not like they take all of them."
"No."
"I don't think it's so horrible. There are people who need eggs. I have eggs, I am certainly not using them and they do go bad after a while. It's a nice thing to do."
"No."
"Why not? People want eggs, I have eggs. People have money, I want money. Don't you think we could use money?"
"NO. One day, you are going to be walking down the street and you will see a little kid who looks like you and you are going to wonder."
"Well, geez., at least my genes would be out there somehow."
Aside from adding new level to Darwinism (hey, if you can't have children yourself...), the thought of it certainly gives me pause. I think I'd have to make it possible for my eggs to find me again if I made the decision to put them out in the world for someone else to claim. Is that just too heartbreaking to consider?
Saturday, 13 June 2009
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The return of Zero...
Yes. I waited a few days to make sure it was not a fluke. But it's true.
My zero button works again!
Thank You Universe.
Thursday, 11 June 2009
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Autonomous
Growing up, people saw me and always thought I'd be one of the first to be eliminated, right out of the chute. And I think when I was younger, I bought into the mythology, that if you were pretty you would be chosen. But somehow I defied all odds and have remained solidly on the wrong side of the line, one of the last to be picked for a team.
Perhaps my problem is that I never made it a priority. That in my youth I blanched at the thought of leading a traditional life. That I never set any sort of parameters for myself.
But now so many things have turned.
There was a time when fear alone kept my feet firmly bolted to New York City. I was always afraid that if I left, I'd somehow be giving up irreplaceable opportunity. But now, I think I could leave. I think I could leave and it would be... OK.
I've experienced bursts of a life where someone else is more important than myself, but never did I allow it to overtake my reality. I always returned to my space and I never thought twice-- believing that preserving my autonomy would ultimately lead to a coexistence where everyone was equally important.
When I look at those times now I see how my current existence carries no more significance for me. I wonder now, have I been inadvertently resisting the meaning of love?
I think I would be OK if I stopped being the top priority in my life.
Friday, 05 June 2009
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Just One "Yes" Away
Sitting in the dark at the Apollo, I kept thinking, "I always have tissues! How could I forget them today?"
Courtesy of TFK, Little sister and I had orchestra seats at the Do Something Awards-- we were both inspired to tears.
Walking away, part of me felt humbled knowing that these kids around a decade my junior had done such amazing things for the world at large, but it also gave me hope that if someone could do so much in the short amount of time that they have existed on earth, then it's really not impossible.
Maggie, the girl who won the biggest award--what she has done is amazing. But, if you read her back story, you come to realize that she comes from extraordinary circumstance. Her parents, they are exceptional people. It's really the world which surrounded her that made Maggie who she is. While not all of us can be Maggie, every single one of us can be the world around her and be the force that creates and shapes change.
Wednesday, 03 June 2009
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More Sunshine...
Dear Universe,
Once again, I am sorry for yelling at you. Thank you for helping me with that little issue.
I know that for the Universe, time is a non-issue. For us humans though, we are a little more anxious, I hope you understand.
-Me
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