10.30.2010

Nothing.

Fuckery. Was sitting outside the department store in Bucheon chatting it up on the phone with Smalltown like a big, loud, obvious foreigner, when a teacher's daughter strolled up to find me smoking a cigarette and using god only knows what kind of language. Damage done, I suppose. It had to be a particularly churchy fellow teacher's daughter, as well. One who is fluent in English. Whatever she heard/saw, she took it all in stride.

Ran into some of my jjang crew coming off the subway, including a new student who I never had the chance to teach, but who is aware of me only because he has taken up with the jjang crew, and we're all BFF. It's weird to hear a kid I've never even taught call me Sem, but he seems to be a nice boy (within the perimeters of that group, anyway) and speaks to me in Korean like a human being, scoffing at the other boys and calling them not-so-nice names when they boggle and use their Retard Korean. Another student with them said very quietly and calmly, without drawing attention to the fact that he was addressing me, that my hair looked pretty and then cut his eyes over to see if I caught it. 고맙다, 정원 -- I did. They asked where I was coming from, and then how much my new coat cost. Which is rude. But common enough. I slipped out the price tag from my (much cheaper) dress to show them instead. It was still 너무 비싸요. Say the only boys in the school who can afford coveted Northface jackets.

Now I'm settling in with a few movies and udong to soothe my poor throat, which has taken a combined beating from the changing weather and the over-excitement of the students during the Halloween lesson. No Halloween nonsense for me this year. Just can't take it. Although it is the only holiday I really genuinely enjoy. I pretty much stopped enjoying it as soon as it turned into an excuse to dress slutty and get shitfaced. Not that I object to either of those things, on principle. Just not my thing. Halloween was better back in the day when it was still about scaring the shit out of yourself. I did hear there's a decent enough haunted house at Everland, but fuck if I'm going all that way to find out that Korean standards for "scary" haunted houses are on par with their standards for "scary" roller coasters. It's too far to travel to be underwhelmed.

Cleaning, cooking, cuddling down into bed with my laptop. Happy Halloween, everyone!

10.29.2010

More scary stories from the second graders.

Oh I'm a sickly little bunny. The first graders are being super protective about the fact that my voice has just about given out and shouting each other down to fuck for talking during classtime and making me speak louder. They're cute when they're on your side. Helps that I have candy this week, I'm sure.

Anyway. I don't have any spare energy for anything else at the moment, and plan to spend the weekend pretending it's not Halloween and that I also have no friends. IE, waking up at the crack of dawn to hit the department stores early to find a new coat and a few other things to round out the winter wadrobe, considering it is, apparently, already winter.

Have some more mental second grader scary stories:

1.

Bong woon called me I will die. Even though we are phone he can hit. Because he has really big stick.

2.

Zombie virus is very dangerous so Earth is very dangers so Smith is legend. He is hero. He safe live all people. [cue a vocabularly lesson the word "plagiarism"]

3.

Zombie virus in Korea. ANd that house is zombie house. And the half of population of Earth became zombie. But a one human is alive. His name is 승훈. 승훈 hada special power and he cared Korea but he infected by a zombie and he destoy many buidings and killed many people. he conquer the earth and attacked solar system. he became king of space

4.

There is mummy in Egypt. A mummy has killing 정우. So 정우 was becoming mummy. 정우 comes to the Korea wear costume of Human and 정우 kill and make mummys. 정우 and mummys killing all of korea and they go other country But. 정우 and they weak for sunshine on is war for they they all die so the earth is save for mummies.

5.

When he visted the house, the house opend itself. He felt scary but he go straight. When he went to aisle, he heard someone smile. When he went to the bathroom, he turned on the faucet, the blood fell down. And suddenly the door closed. He felt so scary so he went out the house. And he didn't buy the house.

6.

In 1996, human named 영호 was born. His face like a horse.

7.

There a witch who kill humans. She lives in city. Uptown. One time she is angry because she killed 윤민 and ate his body. She was happy so she killed 영호, 현규 and ate their body but hero 중현 visit her house. but she ate 중현. She was very happy.

8.

There was one time zombie named 정호. He lived Canada. One time he's angry because he see a mirror.

9.

Long, long time ago, there was a boy named Hitler. One day, Hitler went a haunted house. But Hitler didn't feel scary, so he refunded. However, he could not refund it because the clerk was dead. He was bleeding. Hitler was afraid. And Hilter laughed and said, "All die!"

10.

Once there was a bad zombie in Texas. At night, Zombie will alive and kill the people. And then there people will alive and become Zombies. After 2 months. All people in Texas was a zombie and goverment shoot nuclear in Texas so all of zombie was die. And where zombies went to my house And there was a many zombies in my house. There were eat together and my house is became blood house. It's very scared!

11.

Once is a monster named 준혁. He had nice haircut. But he's very angry. Because he hate to study English. So one day, Minchan met with 준혁, it was very disgusting meeting for 준혁. Because Minchan started to laugh him.

12.

Someday, a person went to home. He saw shadow behind him. Next day He died. But then he came back as zombie. And then he died. But then he came back as mummy. And than he eat his wife. Next day they died. [I asked for clarification on this one -- he ate his wife and the next day they died? Apparently the wife stays alive inside the mummy husband's stomach until he dies, the next day.]

And for the big finish, lucky number thirteen. The star of the show:

13.

I have played "rock, scissor, paper" with myself in the mirror. but I won.

Edit: I just realized the Bongwoon in the first story is probably the PE teacher who is in charge of student discipline. It's taken on a whole new level of funny. His stick is pretty big, to be fair.

10.27.2010

More exercises in workplace jeong.

You know what's great? Hwaeshik is great. I can't believe how much I used to loathe these dinners. But now that all the teachers are comfortable with me, and I can hold my own in conversation, it's a totally different story. The VP was mad impressed, and threatened to give me a listening test later in the evening, but the new P, being the kind of cock that he is, flipped that shit on him and informed him that at his old school, the VP could speak fluent English and challenged ours to do so in front of all the other teachers outside the restaurant. Jerk-off. Just when the VP was finally getting comfortable with directly addressing me (in Korean), this guy goes and puts him back in his place. After he addressed me in Korean with a question (granted, a simple one) in front of all the teachers when I walked out. My confident (correct) answer in Korean put an end to that, so he turned on the VP instead.

I'm just kidding. I don't think his intentions were bad, but the other teachers despise him so much that he's kind of become a super villian in my mind. I'm sure he was just fucking around. But no one likes him. And Co even made us sit in the car in the parking lot for nearly ten minutes just to be sure his table was full so we wouldn't have to sit at it. Which turned out to be a good idea, because his table was full of teachers who looked like they wanted to kill themselves, as they spent the entire dinner having to sit quietly and listen to him lecture. After already having come out of an hour long meeting with him lecturing just before. Poor other teachers. Our table was having a great time, and the VP pointedly loitered outside long enough to be seated with us.

Two of the co-teachers I've been on just kind of generally distant-but-friendly terms with made big attempts to be more personal today, which is always nice, especially given that a lot of my co's will change schools at the end of term. One female instructor who is apparently notoriously distant with all the other English teachers sent me a cool message out of the blue complimenting my outfit, saying I'm looking prettier these days and asking if I have a "sweet hearter". Which was lovely. I think it's because I randomly asked her if she had kids yesterday, which may be the first personal interest anyone has shown in her directly. The relationship between the regular teachers and the instructors is weird, but I'm in an in-between position, because I teach with both.

The other was my younger male co-teacher, who I like just on merit of how the students respond to him. We haven't had any one-on-one time together, but the students have quickly adjusted to him, and are really comfortable asking him for help and joking around with him. They also shut the fuck up when he tells them to. All hallmarks of a good teacher. I don't know how to describe how things were different with him in a way that will make sense, outside of the context of the Korean work environment, but, even though he got stuck at the doomed principal's table, he was directly behind me and made several efforts to shoot me looks. Which is a big difference from the usual eye contact avoidance that is prominent all around, especially between male and female teachers. Then, when we were standing up to go out, he made a bit of smalltalk and waited for me to put my shoes on, to walk out together. I think he was working up to offering me a ride, but the restaurant was literally just behind my house. I made sure to tell him goodbye directly, and he was watching for it.

It's weird how difficult it can be in a daily work situation to break down some of the boundaries that keep comfortable interaction from being possible, especially as the foreign teacher. I've become much, much closer with other subject teachers than I am with some of my own co-teachers, just because they've had longer to get to know me, and they know they can just freely speak Korean, and I'll deal with it, one way or another. The English teachers feel pressure (obviously) to interact in English, which can put them off, especially in front of the other English teachers who are more fluent, or when the VP and P are around to watch it.

This is why the end of the year teachers' trip, which is coming up, is important. It's going to be especially important this year, because my P has just changed, my VP is about to change, and a lot of my co-teachers are on their way out. I'm losing a lot of allies, which, even though I've been at the school for twoyears, could make it like being at a brand new school. The trouble is, this year the trip is on December 30th, and we won't get back until late on New Year's Eve. I really don't want to spend my New Year's Eve on a fucking noraebang bus, but if it's going to help me to bond with some of the co's who are sticking around, I may have to suck it up. I have until tomorrow to decide, so I need to find out who all is going and who's giving it a pass.

It all makes me really hesitate to start over in a new country. Even if I have to move to a new school in Korea, it won't be the same as starting from square one, because I'm no longer a fucking FOB without a clue. It would be frustrating at first, having everyone assume I don't know what's going on around me, but it wouldn't take them long to cotton on. Versus going back to being an actual FOB and not actually having a clue. I know I could sort it out in time, but I can't help but feel like I'm getting a little old for Square 1. Of course, that's why I need to do it now, if I'm going to.

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I think that I don't really understand the internet and I don't actually know what an RSS is (although I've heard of it before) or how to set one up or if there is one. So. Yeah. My big secret is that I'm a fucking idiot. You had no idea, right?

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The boys write scary stories.

Out the door to hwaeshik in about five minutes. No time for anything these days, but I'll leave you with some scary stories written by my mental second graders. Happy Halloween, and that.

1.

There is a house and a old woman lives in this house. One day this house was destroyed by country people because many people thinks that she is which, so she is angry she kill country people. by her eyes. One day the cuntry people all die but they became zombies finally which was die. This zombies walk and walk so this country to be zombie city. Surprising The End!

2.

Once upon a time I went to a house. The door closed and there was a ghost. I open a door. The house was ghost! We make a fire and run away from that house we were so scared.

3.

horror story: I stayed my house. Whne open the box and appear Misuk. Oh my god It's a Misuk Misuk said, I love you so I must sleep you together. Oh my god go away I hate you Misuk said I'm your mother what say? The boy said, Oh sorry I looked like a monster. OK, tried eating. The midnight, the boy die.

4.

When I was young, I promised with the devil. Devil gave me much money But I will be adult, I'll have a son. I'll give my son to Devil. However I don't want to give my son. So Devil gets angry so Devil kills my wife and son, and Devil kills me.


Not bad, I say. These are A ban, and even for them, even in a group, this was a lot to ask. They really fucking freeze up when you ask them to tell a story or do anything spontaneous. I don't blame them. I do the same fucking thing in Korean, and I've had way more exposure to those expectations than they have. But I think they did a fucking great job. Were you scared? The one about Misuk being your mother who lives in a box and looks like a monster but wants to sleep together with you kind of scared me, to be honest.

10.24.2010

Bellyaching.

Ew. Sundays. They can be the most lovely day in the world, but they can also be that day when weird emotions just sneak right up on you out of nowhere. I've been living, at the very least, two thousand miles from home for seven years now. I very rarely get homesick.

But I think it's this stupid book I'm reading. Which is not to say it's actually a stupid book. It's quite, good actually -- The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz. It's just that there are parts of it (a lot of them) that slap me square in the face with memories I've gone out of my way to forget. And not entirely in a bad way. With a bit of nostalgia, and maybe a tiny bit of shame.

And last night at dinner, GFBR was talking about how things are getting a bit harder here, as she prepares to return to the other side of the world. There are things you don't let yourself think about wanting until you get close enough to having them. Just being comfortable and normal. Being, at least, in the same time zone as the people who are your heart.

But it's too late for that, anyway. My heart's been scattered all over the damn place by now.

Mostly, it's Halloween. And then it will be Thanksgiving, and Christmas. The times when I feel most selfish for being where I am. As my aunt said on the phone the other day, 8 more months and it won't be the first anymore. The first birthday without my grandfather. The first Christmas. The first New Year.

God forbid I give the impression that I'm unhappy. It's been as close to an ideal weekend as I could imagine. And the boys are going to be adorable this week. My apartment is clean, my life is in order. I'm looking to start planning a fantastic vacation with my best friend in the world to Greece in a few months. But GFBR is right in thinking that things get harder when you have to break the illusion of the ongoing dream and think about what's going to come next. Make decisions and lay plans and, ultimately, choose to leave something out of the equation.

Oh, fuck it. As the saying goes. Life is good, and I never imagined in a million years that I'd be able to sit around on a Sunday morning bellyaching about not being able to have everything I want. There was a point when I would have settled for anything. And that's what life is about anyway, yeah? If you could have everything you wanted by the time you were 25, you'd have no reason to live past 30. I intend to get around to it. It's just going to take a minute.

10.21.2010

THE Myth, Part IV -- The Awakening: The women, after.

Cont. from THE Myth, Part I -- Before Korea: Sleeping with Asian men is hilarious.
And THE Myth, Part II: The women, before.
And THE Myth, Part III: In which I'm no Picasso grows a pair.

There was something strange in the air in the ROK come late summer, 2009. I was nearly the end of my first year, and I was doing a lot of reflection back to when I had first arrived, how things had been then, and how things were now. And there was something discernibly different.

It wasn't uncommon, suddenly, for me to be out and about in my local area and spot not just the occasional woman amongst a myriad of male companions, but even groups of women. And they didn't seem miserable at all. They were laughing and talking and interacting with the people around them -- they seemed happy. The men in the area had changed as well. Now, when I walked into the local foreigner bars, nearly everyone inside would turn around and smile, whether they knew me or not, the men included. There were also more women, both Korean and Western, mixed in with the groups of men.

Even stranger, I had begun to have very different first encounters with Western women. Standing outside a local university one day, smoking a cigarette, one made her way toward me. After a few minutes discussing all the usual details, she looked up at me out of the corner of her eyes, squinted and said, "So, have you got it?"

"Got what?"

"The fever."

"The I'm sorry?"

"Yellow fever. I don't mean that exactly, but you know what I mean. Are you into Korean guys?"

And then something earth-shattering happened: threads began to appear on Dave's ESL Cafe started by women who were planning to come to Korea. The subject of these threads were not what they would need to bring along with them, or how to sort out the details of their contracts -- they were what to expect of the dating situation with Korean men, and how the culture would be different. And for the first time I'd ever witnessed on Dave's, not only were there enough women with strong enough voices to shout down the occasional asshat who stumbled in and posted something along the lines of "UR ALLZ GONNA BE SAD AND LONELY RAAAAH!" and "SMALL PENISES! WAHEY!" and "FAT! FEMINIST!", but there were also a number of male posters contributing to the conversation in a respectful, non-threatened manner.

I had begun to spot my first Western female/Korean male couples holding hands around Seoul. Something was definitely up.

These were small, but noticeable changes. And if we had worked hard enough at it, eventually we would have made enough small, but noticeable changes for it to culminate into one big change. One big change that would mean that we no longer had to endure hysterical laughter at the prospect of us, as Western women, being involved with Asian men. That would mean we no longer had to protest in vain against a group of men who were so thoroughly entrenched in their own mythology about our situations here, that even our real life experience felt measly as an example against their continued insistence that they knew better than we did. That would mean we didn't have to deal with all kinds of side-eye and rude, childish, unacceptable behavior when we were seen out with Korean men.

But this is where the Korean dating bloggers came in and made one big change all at once. Gave a validating and public platform to not only their own experiences as Western women with Korean men, but also opened up dialogue and discussion without shame among a whole lot of Western women (and men) at once.

I cannot, no matter how hard I try, remember how I first came across them. I can't even remember which one I found first. But around this same time, somebody somewhere drew my attention to three blogs. These blogs were Dating in Korea, Hooking up in Hanguk and Hot Yellow Fellows.

Women were blogging in Korea. Women were blogging in Korea about dating. Women were blogging in Korea about dating Korean men. And other women around the world were eating it up.

These women weren't sad and lonely. They most certainly were not sexless. And, most importantly, anonymity for the sake of sexual content aside, they were not embarrassed. They had no reason to be. And the men they were with were attractive to them, and the men they were with were not sexually impotent.

For the first time ever, if a post came up on Dave's quoting that quickly-becoming-ancient-and-defunct myth about how Western women and Korean men just didn't happen, women didn't have to repeat that that wasn't true for them, over and over again, while being shouted down as liars or delusional: they could just post a few links and let the men see for themselves. Women all around me had started speaking up: Did you hear about? Did you see? Me too. I like them, too.

And for the first time ever, women back in the States or the UK or Australia or New Zealand or South Africa looking to come to the ROK could do a google search and find something other than male-dominated dialogue about the female experience. Or a complete lack of information entirely. They were no longer reliant on the male retelling of the myth -- the myth had finally been dealt an unequivocal and fatal blow.

Did they end world hunger? No. Neither did they solve the crisis in the Middle East. I'm not going to grandstand about the importance of what the dating bloggers did, but they did alter the perception of what foreign women in Korea could realistically expect of their time here. And they put an end to a hell of a lot of superiority women had been dealing with out of male foreigners for a long time. It is bigger than 'omg Nichkhun Oppah saranghaeyo~~!' It is bigger than just having a 'thing' for Korean guys, or even just the acceptance of Western female/Korean male couplings. It has had an impact on relations within the foreinger community, as well. Women are no longer to be thought of as straggling, desperate albatrosses hanging around the necks of their male counterparts -- they have options. They are on equal footing.

In a way, it's a shame that that's what it took. That being able to prove that Western women could have sex in Korea could have such a powerful effect on the expat community's collective psyche. And we're not all the way there yet -- not by a long shot. But you can trust that anytime you hear a comment or see a post online about the myth, it's coming from someone who is tragically out of date, and at least somewhat isolated in their own experience. Now, women are not the ones who are obviously left out in the cold -- it's the people who make these claims that are clearly 'sad and lonely'. On that, nearly everyone can now, finally, agree.

This is where this post originally ended. And then, something else happened. DIK and HYF got called out by an anonymous commenter, who one can only assume has not had her dainty little feet on Korean soil for too long, for creating a bad image of foreign women in Korea. This anonymous poster had been approached by "a few" Korean men whose end designs were sexual relations, and had decided that this was the fault of DIK, HYF and other women like them, who are open about the fact that yes, actually they can have relationships (of all kinds!) here in the ROK.

Something else happened before that, when another K dating blogger (again, a woman), who I won't link for diplomacy's sake, made a few different rather biting comments about having seen foreign women who were, in her eyes, less than attractive (again, stating things mildly) with Korean men.

And I just think.... one step forward, two steps back. And who's doing it this time? Western men in Korea? No. Other women.

We can't win, apparently, even with ourselves. We don't have sex in Korea, and it's because we can't, because nobody wants us. We do have sex in Korea, and it's somehow to blame for the long history of a very heavily documented and obvious stereotypes of Western women that have existed in Korea since the concept of Western woman has existed in Korea. We're the reason why men engage in repulsive assumptions and unacceptable behavior toward us. And when we do finally start having sex, it's not because we're deserving of it, but only because -- suddenly! -- Korean men aren't not attracted to Western women -- they are, in fact, attracted to all of us, regardless of whether or not we are actually attractive.

And when the comment section here on I'm no Picasso takes a hit from that old dinosaur of a nuisance, the bitter, out-of-touch-with-reality, nasty, entitled white male, what happens? Do women step in and get back in their faces? No. One did. Everyone else stayed out of it. But when women start attacking other women on DIK's blog? Women come out of the wood works to leave reams of comments echoing the same exact ideology. (To be fair, many also commented to back the dating bloggers up -- but it was about 50/50, all the way through.)

What the fuck?

I mean, I'm going to go a little liberal arts college 101 on you all here for a minute. Some of us come from a little thing called the working class. Some of us grew up in this world and processed it on first a literal level, only to go on to then study it excessively theoretically at university. Which changed things. The two identities I have which I have most closely examined have been that of being working class and that of being a woman. They are both identities that I was born into with no input or responsibility of my own. They're both identities that I have always felt fiercely defensive of, since a time before I was able to articulate that defense on anything other than a guttural level. And my articulation of that defense, to this day, remains somewhat guttural. That part of me wants to tell everyone to just get fucked and mind their own fucking business -- to fuck off out of my face, because I don't have to explain shit to anyone. It's not my job to educate you about myself, what I am and where I come from, so that you can "understand" why I have the same rights as you do. If you don't understand me, if you don't like the rights I claim for myself, then you don't have to keep engaging with me. In fact, I would prefer it if you wouldn't. In fact, I'm straight out telling you not to. I'm not asking you to understand me. I don't need your understanding. I'm going to take what's mine, and if you think I need to be stopped, then you're fucking welcome to try.

But when I see anyone else who falls into the category of these same identities attacking that identity, something in my heart just fails. Because the educated part of me knows where that's coming from. Knows that that is a result of carefully constructed systems of control that outside forces have put into place so that we will police ourselves. Like the racism that runs rampant through the working class, pitting the poor of this color against the poor of that color, so that they end up spending all their energy and hatred and blame on each other, instead of realizing that they're fighting over fucking scraps. And that they need to cut it the fuck out, and look up at who it is that has control over what's really worth fighting for.

So it is also with the women. Sex positive, sex negative. The marrying type and the whores. The lesbians and the straights. The uglies and the pretties. The fats and the thins. The blacks and the whites. The Westerners and the Koreans. The ones who date Westerners, and the ones who date Koreans.

Do you realize what you're doing? Do you know how far we've come? Is tearing down other women who choose to live their lives in a way that you don't really worth going back to being told that nobody wants us? Is there only room for one type of foreign woman in Korea? And are we the ones who are forcing that decision on ourselves? Where did we get that fucking idea from? Who is making your choices for you right now, while you're trying to control someone else's? Who made you feel like you have to hold another woman responsible for the sexual harassment you've gotten off of a man?

Just cut it the fuck out. It's too depressing to even cope with, honestly. That the second the vicious attacks from Western men start to move on the decline is the same second the women just start turning on each other is more than my poor heart can bear. That we are so quick to engage in vicious attacks and placing blame on each other, while we still hesitate so much to stand up for ourselves to men, still somehow needing their approval, is just evidence that it does go deeper for all of us than even we can understand at the moment. The fact that men can shut the fuck up and the same shit still goes down, and we're still damned if we do, damned if we don't, is unacceptable to me.

So. Foreigner Joy has issued a challenge to Western women in Korea to reevaluate the choices that they make in their personal sex lives and the effects those choices have on other foreign women. But sex lives are personal, and I'm not about to start getting into anyone else's personal business. What I will say is that, in the public world, I have a challenge for Western women as well, which is to think twice before you open your mouth to condemn another woman for being ______. Think about whether that woman is the secondary or primary cause of your discomfort or you objection. Think about why it is you feel the need to consantly compare yourself to other foreign women, and weigh their lifestyles or their looks or their sexuality against your own, especially when all of the end results that are offending you are coming out of the behavior of, or approval of, or lack of approval of men. Think about why you're making other women responsible.

Stop fighting over scraps. Get yours, in your own way. Live and be happy and correct the behavior of every person who tries to get in the way of that directly. Create your own image of the ideal foreign woman in Korea, and do your best to promote it right along side all the other images, so that someday we can hope to be recognized as something other than a category, by Western men, by Koreans and by other women. Because I refuse to settle for one myth, or one box that we all have to try to squeeze into. It's not enough. Demand more.

Right.

That's anonymous comments going off, then! People who don't have the courage to stand behind their words are so unsexy. And there's been loads of trolling through the Kblogosphere lately. If you have something to say, put a name on it loves! After all, a whole load of you know who I am when you spot me out in public. But have no fear -- even if you put your name and your photo on your trifling six-months-into-your-first-contract witticisms, you probably still won't be important enough for me to remember!

I'm glad that you're so green that you think having stupid shit happen in Korea is important to ignore, because you're having your gap year in a foreign country, after all! Just settle down and go post some photos of temples on Facebook for your boring friends to be impressed with. Leave the business of considering life in Korea to be Real Life Where Bad Things Sometimes Happen to those of us who have a fucking clue what the fuck is going on. Or just hang around and wait for someone to post a comment on one of my "good day" entries about how I'm ignorant about my true position as a foreigner in Korea. Either way, the whole batch of you will be gone in a few months. You are a revolving door feature of this life. You have no idea how many of you we've all seen before.

By the way, speaking of anonymous baloney, I've been waffling over the big dating blogger post for over a week now, because it didn't feel quite complete. Then something completely unacceptable happened over at DIK this morning, and has been spreading all over tumblr like wildfire, and I've become inspired to rework the whole thing. Glad I waited.

Oh, Anon. You're so cute when you're angry. Trying to make a point and stuff. What would our little blogging world be without you? That having been said, happy trails to you! Don't let the door hit you in the ass.

Stupidity in otherwise lovely people.

More work annoyances. I can’t wait for all these meetings and “business trips” to slow down so I can stop having dumbass conversations with people. My business trip today is in a neighborhood I go to at least once a week. I know it takes at least an hour and a half to get there from here, if the traffic is good. I’m supposed to be there at 1:25. My four class ends at 12:30. Even if I don’t eat lunch, I’m still going to be late. Even if I don’t eat lunch and someone covers my four class, I’ll still just barely make it.

Explain this to the co-teachers. Watch as they give you that all-too-familiar Korean work culture look that means that you, as the employee, are somehow supposed to suspend the very laws of physics in order to make something happen the way that they want it to.

I’ve already done everything that I can do. I’ve agreed to go alone, even though a Korean teacher is supposed to be attending (and driving me there). I’ve agreed not to eat lunch. I’m not asking anyone to cover my four class. What I am saying is that, within the limits of reality, as in physical time and space, you have two options: 1. Someone takes my four class and I show up on time or 2. I teach my four class and show up late. You can keep saying that you don't think it will take that long to get there as much as you want, but that's not going to change the fact that you don't use public transport or live in this city and have no idea how long it will take, even if you would prefer to believe that I'm an incompetent foreign idiot who has no idea what she's talking about and/or is just lying for some strange reason.

Or I could get started on whatever step in evolution will allow me to sprout wings so that I can fly there in half the time. But that might take a while.

It’s really very simple. But no. Just continue to stand there and stare at me with that uncomfortable look on your face. I’m sure that will solve everything.

Sigh.

10.20.2010

Comics and busy nothingness.

Nothing much to report -- three classes today, all great. We're making comics because we're ages ahead in the book, and one included a happy ending where a father and son look at porn together. Creepy. Another managed not to contain any words at all and was basically just a visual depiction of a cow being slaughtered, turned into meat and then barbecued (?). Some others made less sense. But the boys were put on the spot and asked to present their comics to the class with very little warning (because I don't like to hear moaning), and, especially given that it was my first time asking this of the firsties, they did a great job. Also, setting a countdown clock on the computer has saved my life in the lessons this week. Without it, the comic lesson is let's-dick-around-as-much-as-possible time. With it, it's super-productive-bballi-bballi-time. Clear expectations, my loves. They make all the difference in the world.

Super busy. Have already been out to Bupyeong and back today. Business trip tomorrow, where I will be visiting the middle school of two of my students at the study room (they carefully wrote my name down in English to show to their weoneomin in preparation for this event, so if two of your students randomly presented you with a piece of paper with a foreigner's name on it this week, and then couldn't explain why, well... now you know -- nice to meet you!). And. And. Stuff and things. I've got a to-do list the length of my arm. I'm going to wander off and try to stay awake long enough to accomplish some of it now. Substantial posts coming this weekend (I hope). Love you!

10.19.2010

Bussing with the students: because being a foreigner isn't attention-grabbing enough.

I've told you people riding public transport with your students is one of the most humiliating experiences anyone can ever have. But on further reflection, it might really just be my students. Specifically, my third graders.

At the museum, they weren't the worst to be seen. Some kid from another school got so excited at the notion of seeing a foreigner that his face literally turned purple as he shouted, "OH MY GOD HIYEE!" and jumped up and down with his fists clenched, like a little Korean girl spotting a member of SHINee out in public. My students just scoffed their little "chht" Korean scoffs through their teeth and shook their heads at him. Amateur. Another group of elementary school girls dragged their weoneomin over by the arms shouting, "친구! 친구!" My cos were confused, because the girl was maybe Chinese-American? -- she didn't look or sound gyopo to me -- but I ken the score because I'm smart like that. She seemed a little embarrassed. She had no idea how unnecessary it would be to be embarrassed of her students in front of me. Neither did I, until the bus trip home.

I specifically went out another way from the subway and waited a full ten minutes for the boys to make it onto other buses before crossing over. Nonetheless, when I strolled up to the bus line, there they were -- about thirty of my best and brightest. They scared the shit out of the handful of male college students and innocent young businesswomen standing in line by literally jumping over and shoving past them, shouting, "ELIJABESEU SEEEEEM!" Before anything too awful could happen, the bus pulled up and they turned, as a herd, in the opposite direction to shove back in front of everyone else and cram onto the bus first.

They went straight to the back, and I purposely took a seat by another woman at the front, hoping against hope that they would just pass out and sleep for the duration. No. They kept shouting "SEEEEEEM! SEEEEEM!" over and over until I would turn around and shout back, "WAE!" Then they would fall over into the aisles laughing or ask me something eroneous in Korean, like which stop I was getting off at, following it up with ooo's and aaah's about how I had understood. Everyone who was anywhere near the back of the bus quickly moved to a huddle in the front. They then proceeded to use some of the worst language I've ever heard out in public in Korea. They shouted at "cute" women on other buses through the windows. They abandoned their seats to sprawl out in the asiles. They made sure every new batch of passengers getting on were well aware that I was their teacher.

Eventually, I just put my head down and pretended to be a sleep. About five minutes later, I jerked my head up and backwards at the sound of an enormous pop/crash/thud. One of my students was standing in the middle of the aisle with his hands raised over his head, doing his best to look innocent. He had busted out the air vent in the ceiling of the bus. I just stared at him in disbelief. He stared back for a minute, and then took an enmorous bow, shouting out to the entire bus, "잘못했습니다!"

I got off the bus a stop early and went to a coffee shop just to avoid having to walk home with them.

Seriously. When it's all contained in one building, or one neighborhood, it doesn't look that bad. But when they're set loose on the public out in Seoul, it's a whole other ballgame. Spread out all over universities and restaurants and shops and public establishments all over Korea, some day my students are all going to be "that guy". God love 'em, as my grandmother would say, "because somebody has to."

10.17.2010

Quiet weekend.

Man. I've missed girls. Last night, Hot Yellow Fellows and Dating in Korea came out to Incheon so I could show them around a bit and they could get a feel for the way we do things out here. DIK kept insisting she had a good night, and I would have probably had a better one if I didn't feel like I had something to prove. Incheon, you let me down. Just a little.

The night started at the samgyeopsal restaurant the boys always take me to. What I feared would be the standing joke of the night surfaced when we couldn't figure out where the napkins were: "Why are there no napkins on the table?/Because we're in Incheon!" We had some dumbass waitress blow us off multiple times when we were trying to point out that we had been there for nearly an hour, and neither our rice nor our kimchi jjigae were anywhere to be seen. She just literally waved us away. Eventually, we grabbed another waiter and he actually checked on the order, only to find the girl hadn't even entered it into the computer. We were told the kimchi jjigae would be another ten minute wait. Fine. Not a problem. Then we heard the Koreans at the table next to us order kimchi jjigae and almost immediately, a bowl appeared on their table. When we flagged the waitress over to point out that we had ordered ours over an hour ago and already asked for it again twice, while they had just asked once and had it show up right away, she tried to tell us that they had ordered theirs first. Mistake. We may be foreigners, but we're not idiots.

The bars were one bomb after another. There was literally no one around. I accidentally blanked a really nice foreign guy at one place, only to have him show up at the other and point it out to me. Oops. It's been a good six months since I've seen him, to be fair, and he looks a bit different. Still, it shouldn't be hard to notice when other foreigners are around. Had a very strange conversation with one Irish guy I've known for ages, of which I still can't make heads nor tails, even in the sober light of day. Need to phone Smalltown up and run that one past him. It involved a weird interrogation about why I wasn't "with" Smalltown, and if I had feelings for him, followed by an assessing of his character and a really odd entreatment to have dinner some time, just the two of us, because we've never been that close, but after Smalltown goes, he wants us to keep in touch. The whole thing doesn't sound that odd, but there's something off about this guy, which Smalltown has tried to explain to me before. I've always known him on the sidelines as just a really, really kind guy, but last night I finally got what Smalltown means. Dissettling, when it really shouldn't be.

Ran into the Korean Body Builder again, briefly, but he was a little cold as he's phoned a few times in the last few weeks and I haven't returned a single call. Because he's an asshole. A likable asshole, but still an asshole. Also some Korean woman grabbed me by the hand and claimed to know me from, first, earlier in the night and then from sometime last year. She was pissed off I didn't remember her and apparently invited HYF and DIK to stay the night at her place? I was outside having a conversation with the epitome of a Scouser for most of this about a bar in Liverpool he couldn't believe I'd been to.

Weird times all around. Afterwards, we all came back to my place to sit around and do a fair bit of gossiping before going to sleep with the heat set too high. The Kid and I always make jokes that we'll still be doing sleepovers when we're forty. There's nothing quite like it for making you feel a bit at home, wherever you are.

It's been a long time since I've been out round that way properly, and it seems the scene has settled significantly. Not that many people anywhere, and all around mild, wherever they are. The foreign guys are all kind and jovial, if at times a bit strange. And there were way more women about last night than there usually are. Not foreign ones, but still. Some of the Irish guys are still a bit rough around the edges when they get too much drink in them, but the real troublemakers of the old guard seem to have fucked off. Which is nice.

Decent enough night, but I just don't think I can hold my drink the way I used to. Of course, the fact that we began the night with two bottles of soju at dinner probably didn't help. I'm much better off when I just start with and stick to beer. I don't like being properly drunk, or even tipsy. And last night I was somewhere in between the two. Just wish there had been a bit more of a scene to entertain the girls with. Ended the night walking back toward the station with the two ragging on about how they were never coming back to Incheon ever again. But it was all in good fun -- I'll get them out again. Maybe a bit of proper hof drinking out here in my hood, for the real hardcore thing.

Now I'm just trying to stay awake until a decent hour, after having toyed with a few notions of getting out this evening. Can't be arsed with showering, truth be told, in the end. Can't believe Monday's happening again tomorrow. But this week is a field trip to the science museum with the third graders, who are just about as excited about it as I am (not at all). But it'll be good to get a little more one on one time with them before they fuck off to high school. The little brats.

A little reading, coffee and apples. Then sleep. Another year in the ROK begins. They're starting to run over into each other nicely.

10.15.2010

Two year anniversary, Geronimo the mouse.

Yesterday, just before midnight, I realized that it was my two year anniversary with Korea. I don't think I've ever had a two year anniversary before. Maybe she's the one?

Let's not talk nonsense, now. But I am excited to be celebrating my anniversary weekend by bringing it all back home and showing some amazing young ladies around my stomping grounds. Honestly, after basically nothing but Seoul weekends since I've been back, going down to the tiny local and sitting around people watching, saying hello to everyone whose names I can't remember, and having everyone tell me, "Lijuh! Long time, no see!" sounds just about perfect. And I've conned Whiskey into coming all the way out earlier in the day for coffee. I'm like a one-woman Incheon foreigner tourist bureau!

And, as a result of various calamities this week, most of my weekly appointments ended up canceled. Which means that today, on the day normally reserved for all kinds of domestic duties,

  • My apartment is clean (save for the rabbit's cage and bathroom)
  • My fridge is stocked
  • I've got quality coffee in the cupboard
  • My sheets are clean and drying
  • My laundry is done
Don't even know what I'll do with myself tonight, to be honest. Although I have begun reading a lovely book called 제로니모의 환상 모험 3: 판타지 기사단과 신화의 세계로. Yes. It is a children's book. But it's a big ass, 300 page children's book and it's been pretty slow going so far. My student's think it's the best payback ever for that time I had to teach a reading class based on books selected by the MOE, which included a Little Bear's Best Friend. I apologized to them profusely at the time and explained that it wasn't my fault and/or choice. I don't know why they've held a grudge.

Someone needs to sort out the situation with age appropriate, simple books available for second langauge learners. For real. If I could write fiction worth a damn, that would be my next harebrained scheme. Seriously. Just so I wouldn't have to ever make sixteen year old boys sit through reading Amelia Bedelia ever again. Or read about Geronimo the fucking mouse, myself.

If anyone has any suggestions in that vein.... you know what to do.

Also, I just ran into another co in the downstairs office. She said she heard about my "bad news" yesterday. Her advice? "Liz Sem... sometimes there are people like this around us. We must ignore them." Truer words may have never been spoken. Right on, Co.

But yeah. So. What was my point? Oh. Two year anniversary, house in order, free time to myself tonight and a lovely weekend with friends planned. Work was shit this week. But I think I'm going to make it through.

10.14.2010

The Archetypal Bad Korean Co-Teacher.

That dickwad male faux-teacher just crossed the line.

His students came in and several of them were being pure assholes. To HIM. Not to me. They didn't have their books, and he was trying to head me off about addressing. Fuck knows why. I told them to stand up at the back of the room. He translated and went to physically move them. They shouted him down in low speech and literally physically pushed him away. I snapped and shouted that they needed to stand up and move to the back now. They did so without any further protest.

Class went on. Assholes #1 and #2 stood there as they should have with their arms up, still and quiet. I let them sit down. Asshole #3 moved his arms up and down, leaned against a desk, and sighed just about as loud as he could. He was left standing. That pissed him off. He started muttering under his breath. I told him to go outside. He said...........

"Thank you!"

Wrong day. Wrong time. Wrong teacher.

My whole face changed and the class went stone silent. ".... Thank you? Did you just say thank you? You. Go outside now. When school is over, you come to my office." I asked the co-teacher to translate this for me. The student asked him why he had to come to my office. My co-teacher responded that he didn't know.

Now the class is under control. They've seen that I'm not fucking around and super fun yank-the-teacher-around-by-the-balls time is over. We finish class, and the student (who the teacher has at some point moved back in from outside where I put him) goes to walk out the door. I shout him down. "Hey. You. My office. Don't forget."

The co-teacher comes running over, dragging the student in tow. "Um. I think maybe this time you just forgive him."

".... What?"

"Just forgive him. I want you to forgive him."

"He needs to come to my office. What he did was really disrespectful."

Please keep in mind the student is standing right there watching this entire exchange.

"Yes but he has many problems in many classes so I think you forgive him."

"Look. I'm not going to punish him, or scream at him, but he needs to come to my office so I can speak with him, because he was extremely disrespectful today."

"But he has a little time."

"....What?"

"He has only ten minutes between classes."

"He has 35 minutes between six and seven class, and all of the time in the world after school."

This man then proceeds to explain to me how he has two children so he can understand children's minds, and it isn't right to punish them harshly. Because I can't understand them, and they are Korean....

I proceed to explain to him that I have been teaching these students for two years, and I understand their minds perfectly well, which is why that student needs to come to my office. Because when my students have a problem with behavior in class, I don't just forget about -- I give them a chance to explain what they are thinking and feeling and where the behavior is coming from.

He's like every bad stereotype about a Korean co-teacher ever wrapped up into one person. And he's not even a fucking teacher. When I got back to the office, my face was like a goddamn bulliten board, and Co immediately asked what happened. I explained it to her, and she was furious. The first thing out of her mouth was, "He thinks you are an idiot?! He has never even taught before! You have more experience than he does!" God bless her. She said I was absolutely right to stand up to him about the student needing to come to the office. It would be one thing if he had the classes under control, but they are ice skating right over him. I'm not about to be next.

Unbelievable. Something tells me this is far from over, but it's nice to know I have the other teachers' support in the case that anything does go down. Right now, I'm trying to walk a tightrope of not being disrespectful to him, as an older male, and not being disrespected by my students because of him. I'll do the first before I accept the latter. Like Co said, "You have to teach them as third graders next year -- you must keep their discipline. He.... he will probably be gone by next month!"

Just putting this out there, but if someone came to me tomorrow and said that I would be expected to attend one of these seminars, while the Korean teachers got a pass, I would quit my job, pack my shit and be leaving the country that same night, never to return. But not before making it my personal business to torment and tell off literally every single person on the entire chain of command. I'm deadly serious. That would be it for me and Korea, forever.

10.13.2010

Lol.

To whoever is googling "my korean girlfriend wants to sleep with another guy" and "DATING KOREAN MEN IS HARD".... Sorry. I don't think there is much for you here. But, good luck?

And as for, "what happens when you appreciate a korean man", well, that really just depends on the man, I'm afraid.

10.12.2010

Tired, work is annoying but students are cute.

Aigoo. I'm seriously exhausted. I've been on the shit end of some behavior at work lately and it's really rubbing me the wrong way, because I'm two years in and all of my main co's and I have great working relationships and there's no reason for this. Other than the temp teachers, who have no idea what's going on. Which mostly only affects the students and me, because I have to work with them.

They're terrible about notifying me about schedule changes, which is fine when the change is a cancellation, or in the middle of the week when all my materials are already prepped. But when it's on the first teaching day of the week, and it's a change to first period, during which time I had been planning on making my copies and uploading my files, it's irritating. Luckily Co got right on that shit today when she saw me frustrated, because she never sees me frustrated and she must have known it was bad. She sent the teachers in question a message about how they need to be better about notifying me of things. I said that I was really sorry she felt she had to do that, becasue ultimately it's not her responsibility, and she said, yes but it's been happening a lot lately, and I've seen you just accept it. She pointed out that it's easier for them to take the correction off of her because she's older and she's the head of the department. Fair enough. She's good people, even if the immigration thing from yesterday did get on my nerves a bit.

Then the new male co-teacher told me that, although something I was teaching is technically right, it's not the way they (all Koreans everywhere, apparently) learn it -- it's not the way Koreans speak English. I've heard tales of other people's co-teachers saying things like that, but I've never experienced it firsthand. Needless to say, I was dumbfounded. I saw his point about correcting the materials so that we both had the same version, so as not to confuse the (very low level) students and agreed right away, even though it did ruffle my feathers a bit that he seemed to be just placating me, while suspecting that I was actually just wrong. But even after I agreed to change the materials, he kept harping on about it twice more, even going so far as to drag out a middle school English textbook to prove the point. Because we all know textbooks in Korea never have mistakes in them. And it wasn't a mistake, as I had already explained -- just something that there is more than one way of correctly saying. After I'd already agreed to change the materials the way he wanted, I didn't really see what the point of continuing the conversation was, because it wasn't as though he was just asking me for clarification, or trying to understand something -- he was officially correcting me. So I just said, yes I understand and I will make the changes, bowed and walked out.

It's nice when a man who's admitted that he just didn't want to work his office job anymore, so he became a temporary English instructor takes such a firm stance with the native English speaker with a background in language studies, copy editing and university level education experience. I've been very charmed by him, so far. The best part is that seven students showed up to his class today without so much as a pencil in tow. No book. No notebook. Nothing but smug little looks on their faces. And when he says, sit down and be quiet, in Korean, they basically just scoff. I jumped on all their asses, stood the boys without books at the back of the room with their arms up (from where they couldn't return, until they shouted out correct answers during the lecture) and gave them a bit of a lecture about how they have changed and I don't like it. His classes are full-on circus grounds. Which is fine. He's new at this. But I would take scolding about my own native language a bit better from someone who could actually at least control his students. Just saying.

Yes. I'm having a rough couple of days. But I figure it will satiate those of you who find my blog altogether too glowy and apparently ignorant of the terrible things we foreigners go through here in the ROK. I have bad days, too. And the fucking mogi still being around for some god-forsaken reason so late in the year, to the extent that they kept me awake until nearly 2 am last night with their incessant inter-ear buzzing is not helping.

All of that having been said, I finally got a little one-on-one time with the firsties today, with whom I've mostly been doing teacher-oriented group activities with little time for direct interaction so far. They're cute as fuck. And I'm always so charmed by those first few interactions, when they start out terrified and convinced they can't understand, but you get to slowly show them that they can understand you, and that speaking English is nothing to be afraid of. When you see their little faces pure beam with joy the first time they successfully listen to and correctly answer a question in English from a native speaker. Whether they give a shit about English or not (and they don't).

Something has been happening with this batch that I've never seen happen before, which is that they will cry out at me to just, please, speak Korean! I don't know if it's because word has gotten out that I can (a bit... not nearly well enough to teach a lesson, obviously) or if it's just something they're doing for the hell of it. Anyway, then I give a lecture called If Liz Teacher Can Go Around Everywhere Besides School Having to Listen to and Speak Korean 24 Hours a Day, Then You Can Handle Doing it for 45 Minutes a Week. Aka, suck it up and deal. Same thing with, Teacher please I can sleeping! No. If Teacher doesn't get to sleep, then neither do you.

Now the clock is turning over on 9pm, and I'm going to finish this episode of Nae Yeojachingooneun Gumiho and hit the sack. Hard. And hopefully with out any microscopic buzzing little companions.

10.11.2010

Work frustration and super fun bus time.

I am actually getting around to linking all that nonsense back to the dating bloggers. I have a post queued, but want to make sure I say everything I want to say. It wasn't all for naught. In the meantime, have a boring work/bus ride post instead:

So. I had to go to immigration this week. Had to. Why? Thursday is my two year anniversary in Korea, which means that my visa expires. Now. It's been on my schedule for months that the first and second graders had a field trip today, and therefore all my classes would be canceled. What better time to make an immigration run? I went to work with all my documents in tow, fully prepared. I mentioned it as soon as I got into the office to Co, who already knew last week that I would have to go this week. She tittered for a minute about what to do about my classes. I pulled out my schedule (which she made) and showed her that I had none. Oh! That's right! No problem, then! I set about preparing my documents, working out a stupid transport route (no co-teacher accompaniment this time around, which I had suspected and was fine with) and filled out the application form.

Five minutes into first period, a firstie co came down to my office, opened the door and gave me a curious look.

Fuck sake. Field trip has been arbitrarily moved to the middle of next week. Obviously my lesson is already prepared for the week, but I have yet to make the necessary copies or load the files onto my usb stick for class. Co walks in in the middle of this and quickly hands the other teacher her usb stick, which contains a pop song lesson, and the other co (a bit disgruntled) heads back out of the office. Co immediately disappears.

By now, I've worked out that it's going to take me about two and a half hours to get to immigration. I have to be at the study room by six. But I have four more classes on the schedule that I may or may not have to teach. I prepare all my materials just in case, and sit and wait.

Co comes back. I ask her if I am teaching today or not. She gives me a puzzled, uncomfortable look. A bunch of non information about possible answers is tossed around. I obviously already know what all of the possible answers are -- I was really just looking for the one actual answer. Something about moving one class to Wednesday and one co-teacher being sick, one class being possible to cancel. Could I just teach third and fourth period and then go at lunch time?

Well. I could do that. But given that I have to be back to my neighborhood by 4:30 at the latest in order to make it to the study room on time, that would mean that I would have to a. not eat lunch and b. possibly cancel my appointment at the study room. It's now the beginning of second period. Co says she'll try to work it out and disappears.

The part that kind of gets on my tits is the part where the first and second grade teachers are technically responsible for letting us know about any changes to their schedules, and when they failed to do so, I'm expected to not eat all day and cancel my plans (which would have been no problem, had they been personal, but was a problem since it's an actual commitment to other students, paid or not) and scramble to get a lesson in order to pick up all the slack all on my own. And I feel like a cunt for objecting. So I didn't object. Technically. I just pointed out what it would mean for me to take the classes, rather than having the co's take them. And I let it just set there, uncomfortably, until Co sighed and set about making various phone calls.

Sometime during second period, before I had any answers, I texted the main teacher at the kongbubang to let her know that I wouldn't be able to make it tonight. Because, in the case that I wouldn't be able to make it, they would have to find a replacement. And I, unlike some people, like to give people notice about things like that. I figured that even if I did manage to get fourth class off, I still had no way of predicting how long immigration would take, and sending a text at 5pm letting them know that I would be missing my class at 6pm was just too awful. I felt bad enough not having let them know a few days in advance.

Ten minutes before third class started, I was informed that fourth class had indeed been taken care of, but I would be teaching third. Phew.

It's not terrible. It's certainly not unexpected at this point. But it is annoying. Especially when they kind of look at me like I'm a cunt because I'm telling them that, one way or another, this has to be done by Thursday. I'm a foreigner -- I can't help it. The icing on the cake was when one co-teacher looked at me and said, "But if you are one day late I think it is no big problem. Just have to pay a fine."

No. It is not 'no big problem' to let your work visa expire while you are in the country. Whether it's just a fine or not, this is my life and job we're talking about, and I would rather not risk it because you don't want to cover a class that, either way, one of us has to suck it up and teach. Thanks for the support.

Well, that was negative. Some two hour bus ride anecdotes to cheer the mood a bit then:

  • Was lucky enough to have every mother on the bus sit near me so I could play with babies nearly the entire time. I'm always curious about at what age they realize I'm a foreigner and I look different and weird. Sometimes even really small babies can give you the widest-eyed gazes of amazement. But that might just be what babies do. I don't know -- I didn't have much interest in babies before I came to Korea and became a teacher, and tended to stay as far away from them as possible.
  • Had some college student sit in the seat next to me without a divider between us. He sprawled all over me and ground his elbow into my hipbone and then held his phone out really far and started playing with some English function. I've seriously only ever had this happen in Incheon. Sometimes you just want to shout, "YES I SEE YOU!" and be done with it. He also made me awkwardly straddle him to get out of my seat (which is awful in a pencil skirt and heels), only to hop up right behind me and get off at the same stop.
  • Saw a man carrying a child-sized Jesus in crucifixtion-position (minus the crucifix) as if it were an actual child into a flower shop. It was surreal.
  • Whole portions of West Incheon literally smell. Like, infiltrating-the-bus-from-the-outside-with-closed-windows-for-miles smell. My neighborhood may be a craphole, but it's not as bad as it could be.
The end!

10.10.2010

No more clubs; dirty Incheon girl at heart.

My feet hurt. My lungs hurt. I seem to have developed some fantastic thirst that can never be not even satisfied, but even just slightly subdued. I've woken up 5 hours later than when I normally "sleep in" and wasted most of the day. And I got followed by another creepy pervert in broad daylight this morning. Not nearly as bad as the last time -- kind of standard street harassment type of stuff, the kind of which is common enough and not really worthy of comment, except for the fact that I went through what I went through last weekend, wherein I had started out thinking the same thing and it got much worse. I'm a little jumpy.

I had a great time with good company last night, but all night clubbing is just not for this girl. And it's the pervert thing that's really the issue. On the one hand (and if I were younger), I could be all, 'I'm not going to let them control where I go and what I do! Rah!' And that would be fair enough. And if it were like, say, coffee shops in the afternoon that usually resulted in the harassment, then I'd be inclined to stand up and fight. But since it's stumbling off the first bus home at 7 am which is in question, I think I can be persuaded to part ways with the practice.

The whole thing has put me quite on guard, and I've noticed this past week that I've been way too sensitive about walking past men on the street, or the usual 'foreigner' stares out of men, which don't mean anything in particular most of the time. The whole experience has put a bit of a chip on my shoulder, and I don't like that. And I don't want it to get worse. So if I'm going to get harassed every time I walk home from the bus station at 7 am, then I just won't do it anymore.

Not because I'm caving in on anything, but just because I can't really be bothered anyway. I don't really care for clubbing in general. The whole atmosphere is off. I prefer just sitting down to a few beers where actual conversation (however limited) is possible. More fun, more interesting, more rewarding. Less hard on the pocketbook and head in the morning. I've told the dating bloggers that they've shown me their world, so now they have to give me a chance to show them mine -- they should come out and see how we do it in dirty Incheon some time. Although I'm sure Dating in Korea won't, given her prejudice against our boys out here.

Smalltown keeps insisting that I need to move out of my craphole neighborhood. His girlfriend says that even for Incheon it has an awful reputation. Lots of "knuckleheads and hardarses about", as he puts it. He's right. But some of those 'knuckleheads and hardarses' are my students, who I'm quite fond of. So I suppose I'll take the bad with the good.

Anyway, I'm tired as fuck, so this is all you can expect out of me today. Mags took up all my verbal energy with an interview for an article he's writing just now. So it's mandoo and internet tv 'ftw' this afternoon.

10.09.2010

THE Myth, Part III: In which I'm no Picasso grows a pair.

Cont. from THE Myth, Part I -- Before Korea: Sleeping with Asian men is hilarious.
And THE Myth, Part II: The women, before.

Around the eighth or ninth month in the country, my constant companion and Siamese twin Mags decided he just couldn't hack it anymore. He had been my security blanket, my task to stay occupied with, my fallback on a bad day, my source of infinite cheering up through laughter -- even if out of desperation. He had shielded me from what was a growing contingency of asshole-ic, misogynistic and alcoholic Western men who traipsed around our local areas in tribes of dysfunction, dousing me over with eyefuls of completely unprovoked venom.

I'm not exaggerating there, by the way. I would say about 20% of the foreign men we met out in our local area accepted me as I would expect to be accepted to a new social situation back in the outside world. About 30% simply ignored me. 20% came at me in a "friendly" (in their minds) manner which I found instead to be rather aggressive, disrespectful and generally unacceptable. And about another 30% looked at me as though by simply being present, I was somehow personally offending them.

It's important to clarify that this was one particular moment in one particular environment in Korea. The atmosphere, even in this one small area, has repeatedly and drastically shifted over the course of my two years here. It was a bad luck moment, with a lot of nasty people who happened to be Western men having found each other and banded together in one place to goad each other on in their bad behavior. Sort of like how Dave's is certainly not a representation of the entire Korean male expat community, neither was this group of people. Other places in Korea (particularly Seoul) were not nearly as bad as this area was. Things are much better now. And I have no feelings of resentment toward male expats in general (although, at the time, I was wary of any I met in this area, I will admit). But at the moment when I first arrived, this was the way that things were. It's an honest account of my experience, as a woman whose closest friends were also male expats. I didn't notice it as much when I had Mags by my side. I'm sure if Mags has been a female, we would've noticed it twice over. But as it was, I was accompanied by one of their 'own' and mostly left alone as a result.

But then the night came where we had to meet in his neighborhood one last time for galbi at the first restaurant we ever figured out how to order in, and say goodbye in the drizzling rain at the subway station. I was now alone.

And something weird began to happen -- Korean men started approaching me.

10.08.2010

THE Myth, Part II: The women, before.

Cont. from THE Myth, Part I -- Before Korea: Sleeping with Asia men is hilarious.

Well, at least found some women. Or a few women. Or once every month or so, I would run into one.

Upon landing the ROK with my trusty best guy friend Mags by my side, I began to make the rounds at local foreigner watering holes. Here, I began to encounter the masses -- the masses of men. Some of whom were indeed very representative of what I had observed on Dave's, but one of whom was a lovely example of humanity (if a little comical), and who rounded out the trio nicely. I also quickly grabbed ahold of the first really lovely female to cross my path, a woman by the name of Gay For Best Results, who also happened to be a lesbian.

I started to feel really down on my luck. I had always gotten along well with men, but I had also always had a small, solid army of female companionship. Literally everyone in my life, suddenly, preferred the company of women. Even the coworker I was closest to was a man.

Needless to say, when I spotted another foreign woman out and about, I would make a certain amount of effort -- usually in the form of a fairly obvious beeline -- to get close to her. But before long, I began to notice a weird pattern emerging. Conversation with these women would be occurring for approximately two minutes, before these women would casually observe a Korean man in the nearby vicinity for a few seconds, and then turn to me and say something to the effect of.....

"Don't you just find them impossible?"

My heart would drop.

It's important to note that I didn't have any particular attachment to the idea of Korean men. I didn't have any particular attachment to the idea of any men, except those I regarded as my dear friends. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend. I was never looking for a boyfriend. And, as far as casual perusal went, I had searched and searched for the answer to that question I had begun to be asked so often, mostly by Koreans who didn't seem to make as many assumptions as Westerners, which was, "Do you prefer Western or Korean men?" But I couldn't find the answer. I thought it should be fairly obvious that it depended entirely on which Western and Korean man I was being asked to choose between.

Nonetheless, I found it extremely difficult to endure the conversations that would follow these presumptuous statements. I was often forced to sit and listen to a monologue-cum-tirade about how sexist Korean men were, how impossible the cultural differences were, how feminine and unattractive and gay Korean men were. I had only been in Korea for a very short time, and I thought it was possible these women had experienced something that I hadn't yet, but I had suspicions that there was something else at play.

As I looked around me, I found it hard to see what the other foreign women saw, on the surface level. Sure, I'd noticed the flower boys. But I had also noticed the other men. I was in Incheon, after all -- an area renowned the country over for its rough-and-tumble locals. As far as I could tell, Incheon seemed to be the source from which the entire Korean mafia issued forth. And that suited me just fine. I wasn't having any trouble at all spotting Korean men who weren't feminine, unattractive or gay.

I thought back to my time in the States just prior to my departure, and how embarrassed I'd felt sometimes when I'd tried to suggest that relations with Korean men weren't out of the question, and people had reacted the way that they had. I also looked around at the groups of Western men that surrounded these Western women. I began to put two and two together.

10.07.2010

A couple of quick notes:

1. Re: The book donation thing. To answer one question which came up, no I don't think they're looking for text books. I believe they are looking for regular children's reading material. Also, something to think about. What The Book? offers free shipping to the Seoul area. If you don't have any children's books liying around (and how many of us do?), this is a great alternative. You can place an order online for low cost secondhand children's books in English, set the delivery address of the center, pay online from your bank account or simply make a bank transfer at any ATM. That way, all you're out is a little cash and about fifteen minutes of time. Please, please think about it. It doesn't really get much easier than that.

2. The formspring has gone a bit haywire, which is awesome. I love getting questions from you guys. Unfortunately, a lot of you are getting cut off after a few sentences. It seems there is a character limit. If what you wrote exceeded a couple of simple sentences, you may want to try again by emailing me at imnopicasso@gmail.com That way, I'll get the full text of your question and stand a chance at being able to answer it.

And don't worry -- you're not missing anything in the day-to-day life at the moment. We're in exams, which means that work is just me dicking around and reading, or correcting answer sheets, although there is some serious workplace drama going down, which I may get into later. We haven't seen the end of it yet, I'm afraid.

As for ye ole personal life, I'm stupidly busy at the moment. But with all lovely, social things, and the short days for exams are helping out a bit. I'm looking forward to an awesome weekend, which will involve a little more time with HYF and DIK. Let's hope this amazing weather holds.

And for now, I've got to clean my hideously filthy apartment. Nothing's been touched for days, other than me throwing clothes about all over the place, and dumping soiled coffee cups into the sink. And it seems like that's going to be a pattern for a while. So I need to get it the fuck in check.

See? Told you you weren't missing anything.

THE Myth, Part I -- Before Korea: Sleeping with Asian men is hilarious.

i grew up in seoul and i'm half korean and i've only ever dated white girls. i've been away for a very long time. is it unusual to find white girls interested in korean guys... in korea? i have no idea. do you? wish i could meet some such women...

Well, you've played right into my hands with that one. This showed up at some point during the night, and went right along with what I'd already started writing in pieces about the dating blog phenomenon in Korea. Which was supposed to be in response to this question:

Do you know... if there are a male perspective (aka a male's view on dating Korean women) blog? These are fun to read, but at the same time... I can't help thinking.. "Man if there was only a good female version..." Thanks ^^

The short answer to the first question is 'yes' -- yes, there are. And yes I do know of them. Many, many, many of them. The short answer to the second question is 'yes' -- but I'm not going to link you to them. For reasons I'll get into in more detail in a following post.

First I want to deal with the first question. Or rather, the notorious myth that may have spurred it on, and Why I Think The Kboy Bloggers Were Revolutionary. Okay? Okay.

Let's go back into the annals of INP history for this one. You all know I have trouble writing about anything at all in theory. I need to use my personal experience to make things make sense to myself, a lot of the time. And this is going to take me a minute, because, honestly it's been a long road. Almost as if I'm desperate to contradict myself, I hope I can explain what the dating bloggers meant to me when I found them, and why I think what they did was important, by letting you all see my own personal experience. I'm going to break it up into parts because I'm not actually trying to kill you with boredom. Although some collateral damage may be inevitable.

So first, then.

Before Korea: Sleeping with Asian men is hilarious.

10.06.2010

Libraries without books: call for charity.

No proper update today, I'm afraid. Busy at work and going out for most of the evening after. And I'm afraid tomorrow's looking just as busy. And Friday. And probably also Saturday. I bet I'll manage to work something out in between somewhere. But, for now, I just wanted to put this up here real quick:

Hello, how are you?

My name is [x]. I am a student at [x] Highschool.

I write this letter to tell you about a project called ‘HOPE Library Project’.

HOPE Library Project is a sharing hope project that offers better educational environment ot children by building libraries in poor countries. Last year (2009), the 1st HOPE Library was opened in Siem Reap, Cambodia. And this year, the 2nd one would be opened for Nepalese children who have not enough books to read.

There is a campaign in this project; Secondhand English Book Donation Campaign. I am a youth coordinator of this campaign. I tell people about this campaign and reality of Nepalese children. And I ask people to donate some English books.

You can read books anytime you want. In Nepal, however, there are many children who want to read, but there are not enough books. There are only a few schools and libraries. Even in some libraries, there are ONLY a few books (2~5 books?). And most of the few books are not suitable for children to read! Library that has not books to read… Can you imagine? I hope they can read many books.

I don’t threaten you. It’s your choice. If you want to help them, how about donating some books to them?

  • Dontaions: Secondhand English Books (Brand new ones are also okay)
  • Period: September 2010~ 30. October. 2010
  • Address to send: HOPE Library Dept., Mizy Center, Seoul Youth HOstel 2F, San 4-5, Yejang-dong, Jung-gu, Seoul (It’s near Myung-dong Station)

You can donate as many books as you want. You must pay for delivering (If the books are more than 50, you don’t have to pay). Too old or damaged books, copied books, periodical of last year and examinational books can’t be donated. And if you want, you can also enclose a hopeful card for Nepalese children, sending books.

If the reason you can’t donate is only because of paying for delivering, call me, asking for any questions is okay too! I will go to take books (Only in Seoul and Incheon). And you don’t have to pay for it :) I deliver it without any costs haha!

Thank you

P.S. Please tell this campaign to your acquaintances.


So. You know, think about it. If you want his phone number to ask him any questions, or contact him about donating, just leave your email address in the comments and I'll send it on to you. Really think about doing what you can here -- this would be a tough one for Koreans to pull off. How many Nepalese kids learn to read Korean? And how many Koreans have old English books lying around? Let's do what we can. After all, the kid's right -- I can't really imagine a life where the libraries don't have any books.

10.05.2010

I'm no Picasso: I'm also no Dating Blogger.

I got a little nasty about this while I was home on my other blog. I was home. I was dealing with a lot of serious issues at home. And I wasn't taking things as well as I usually do. Korea was, a little bit, the furthest thing from my mind. What happened? I got some emails. I always get these emails. Every few weeks or so, a few of them will drop into my inbox. I'm normally a little 'urgh' about them, but I understand that people's intentions are not bad, and I don't usually overreact to them.

I may have been a little bit out of order with making the post in question, although I did resist putting it up here, and stuck it in my 'personal' blog instead, because I understood at the time that it was a 'personal' reaction. I would like to take the chance, before continuing on, to apologize to anyone who I may have unintentionally offended. I don't want anyone to ever feel like they can't email me about literally the most mundane of subjects, because they're afraid I might bite their heads off. I've had a lot of foreigners help me in a lot of ways since coming to the ROK, and I want to make it clear that, although I'm absolute shit at getting around to responses at times, I don't in any way resent being contacted.

That having been said, I would like to explain what part of my issue was a bit more clearly. And less bitchily, if at all possible. I'll get to what the other part of the issue was when I get into what I see as some issues with fetishization in a future post.

The number one subject that leads anyone to this blog through googling is anything related to dating. Why? Those stupid ass posts I made regarding Korean dating culture. They've been linked to death, on all kinds of different websites, a number of which seem to cater to foreign girls who have a thing for Korean men. It's understandable that someone coming to this blog from such a site would also be viewing me through a certain lens, and would then somehow feel compelled to email me about how _________ Korean men are. I get that. And I don't resent it.

I've also become quite chummy with a few of the original 'Kboy bloggers'. We often "reblog" each other on Tumblr, and I've personally met, so far, three of them. They are absolutely lovely people. All three are beautiful, insightful, funny women. Because of the reblogging that goes on, and the more recent mentions of us spending time together 'in real life', I think there's also been some confusion relating to the nature of what I do.

I understand all of this, and wanted to make that clear before I say what I'm about to say. Because I don't live in a vacuum, and I know where some of it is coming from.

That having been said. Do you remember the last time I blogged about a date? I do. It was the last time I went on a date -- in July. And it wasn't in this blog. It was in the other one. On purpose. Do you remember the last time I blogged about my sex life? No. You don't. Why? Because I don't blog about my sex life.

So. What the fuck, then? Why? I was talking about this with Hot Yellow Fellows and Dating in Korea at dinner on Saturday night, and they're just as baffled as I am. They know I'm not a dating blogger. They also know, in far more detail, how hilarious thinking of me as one at the moment is.

Here's the thing -- I'm not going to pretend to know everything about the blogging community in the ROK. I've only been here for two years, and didn't actually read any blogs regularly, other than those of my personal friends, until about a year ago. When I sit around with other foreigners and somehow the subject of blogging comes up, I'm the one who's usually sitting there going, "Wait... what? Who is that?" But it doesn't take an expert to notice how male-dominated the Kblogging world is.

Why is it male-dominated? I could muse on a million reasons, but I think it's mostly that the ESL world in the ROK is a bit male-dominated. At least it seems to be to me, as I've had trouble meeting any women foreigners at all. The foreign women I encounter in Korea tend to be more introverted, mostly keeping to themselves. And it seems that more men are taking the initiative to write in a less personal (ie more public) way about their experiences here. I don't know that for a fact -- there may be dozens of women bloggers out there who are writing fascinating things about their time here that relate to a lot of other people, and maybe I've just missed the boat. Or maybe they simply don't get linked as often, because men can/do relate more to other men. Either way, I think we can all agree that big names in Kblogging have almost always been male. For whatever reason.

And then the Kboy bloggers happened. And what they did was revolutionary in the moment when they did it. Western male readers will almost surely all disagree with me on this, and that's something I will get into in the next post. But the point is, suddenly there were female bloggers in Korea who were pulling in as much (if not more) attention than the male bloggers. And they were blogging about dating.

Now. It's not fair to say they were the first. Among female bloggers in Korea, when the subject turns to other women they looked up to when they first arrived, two names do come up again and again, those being Going Places and Amanda Takes Off. Now. Both are married to Korean men. And they blog about that, as they blog about all kinds of other various aspects of their lives. As many of the male bloggers also blog about their Korean wives/girlfriends. So why is it that nearly every time someone makes a reference to GP or ATO, it's quickly followed by a description about who they're married to? When I've never once heard that happen when someone mentions, say, Roboseyo or The Grand Narrative, who also have Korean spouses?

You know. I would love to be able to blame this all on men. I really would. I would love to say that men have been somehow 'keeping us down', repressing our voices, pushing us into boxes that allow us only to exist in relation to who we are dating, or fucking. But it's simply not true. There are fair enough arguments about the male-tilted aspect of blogging in Korea, which have been brought about by the male population, which I'll get into in a minute. But the truth is, I believe this has mostly been done by women. And it is almost always women who refer to me as a dating blogger, or who email me about Korean men.

Ladies, my question is, what are you doing? I know you're out there. I know you are insightful and intelligent and well-spoken. I know you have valid things to say about your experiences here in the ROK. Which is not to say that the dating bloggers aren't doing that -- they absolutely are. But that's only one aspect of our experience here. Don't tell me that it's the only way we're capable of expressing ourselves, or that it's the only source of interest we have in paying any attention to each other. Community is what you make of it, and so far, ours hasn't been very strong.

Not that it's easy. You'll all (the women, I mean) know exactly what I mean when I reference the boys' club aspect of life here as a female expat. Especially if you're in an outer-lying area, as I am. And I don't even need to point out how many times someone (a man) has linked to something in my blog, using male pronouns to describe the author. Back before I was fucking banned from Dave's, I was constantly being confused for a male poster. Unless I was posting in response to something derogatory someone had said about Korean women, Western women, or Korean men. Then I was just called a lesbian. Anytime I said anything they agreed with, I was greeted with a fresh batch of "he"s the next time I logged on.

Even in this very blog, when I try to say something about women, the comments area can quickly degenerate into an argument amongst men about men. And randomers will sometimes stop by to leave a comment "agreeing" with me about one thing or another, that can be disgustingly misogynistic. Or they can leave hate-filled comments that run much along the same lines. Talking over me, in my own fucking blog, as though they were born with a microphone shoved up their asses, which the whole world is obligated to be quiet and listen to.

And then there was the time someone anonymously asked me if I'd ever had sex with a Korean man. Which I found incredibly inappropriate. And I genuinely wonder if any of the male bloggers have ever had something like that asked of them. Because I have my suspicions that, for whatever reason, it was asked because I am a woman.

I'm not a dating blogger. There's nothing wrong with being a dating blogger, but there is something wrong with relegating any woman who speaks up to her position in relation to men. Especially when she hardly even mentions them, anymore. I've dated in Korea. I've made posts about Korean dating culture. But just because I'm a woman, and I discuss my ideas and impressions about these things, doesn't mean that that's all that I am. And it's not the only thing, ladies, that we can be.

The big name male bloggers have mostly, from my perspective, done an excellent job being respectful of their female counterparts. But the other men who wander about leaving comments can sometimes be fucking atrocious. Nearly every time someone links to something I've posted on Dave's, I want to turn off my comments forever, for all the riff-raff it can bring over.

Men, what I want to say to you is this: please try to remember that you are not the only ones here, even if you only ever spend time with other men. And you don't need to stumble in to female discussions and shout loudly about how your experience is not our experience, and you are obviously the center of the universe, and therefore right about everything. We know we're not the same as you. Newsflash: you are not the standard. And you don't need to interrupt every conversation to redirect our attention to you, you, you. I'm sorry that it's hard for you to endure someone's attention not being focused on the male experience anywhere on the internet, but that's why God invented the little red x -- if you're really suffering, just make use of it. Our conversations will continue on and you will be left peacefully in the bliss that is your own ignorance. It's going to be okay. Don't panic.

Work-related whining, before I get to a point.

So. The reason for making that post this morning was not because I expected to put you all on the edges of your seats, counting down the seconds until the next post came up. I'm pretty egotistical, but it hasn't gotten that bad just yet. I made it because I was in the shower thinking about what I wanted to say, and I realized that there's a hell of a lot of it, and I didn't want any of it to slip my mind.

Unfortunately, I had a rough day at work of the variety I don't usually encounter much anymore, but it is exam week, after all, and we all know what kind of madness can go down with the weoneomin's schedule during exam week. Yesterday, I realized that while my lesson for the low level firsties was okay, it was confusing the fuck out of some of them. And they're new to me. If it had been my second or third graders, I would have expected them to suck it up and do one hard activity. But given that the babies are still a bit nervous about me and my class, I didn't want to go through the entire week intimidating the hell out of them and making them feel stupid. So, this morning I went in ready to organize a completely different lesson which wouldn't be so awful for them. I had first period off. Great. Plenty of time to get everything together. Unfortunately, I had some mystery class moved over from some mystery date, and, five minutes after the bell rang, I was informed by some stuttering red faced first graders that I was meant to be in their classroom.

Cue a mild upheaval of my office, while I desperately tried to get the stuff from the shit lesson together, to go and teach it one more time, even though I really didn't want to, and me trying to desperately get the shit together for the new lesson during ten minute increments between my other classes. Not a horrible day, but a relatively exhausting and stressful one. And some of the firsties have come off their initial weoneomin high just in time for the co's to start leaving the classroom after the first five minutes. Which means today was Laying Down The Law Day. They all took it really well, but it's a bummer to have to be "strict" for five classes in a row. I really didn't feel like it today, but I had a feeling if I let the behavior (relatively mild -- whispering and goofing a bit during listen and repeat) slide, things would've been a lot worse by the time next week rolled around.

So. What was I saying? Oh, yeah. I promised you guys something of substance rather than more workday whining today. But I need to organize this somewhat. I think I'll break it up. First up: the stupidly easy, while I ingest some coffee and try to get my brain back in functioning order, before tackling the stickier stuff. And that will be, "I'm no Picasso: I'm also no Dating Blogger." Here we go.