Pioneers of the Asian American hip-hop movement, Far East Movement have been hustling in the game long before most of the AA artists you see today. Their energy is contagious, their style is off the hook, and their music is fly. Kev Nish, Prohgress, J-Splif, and DJ Virman continue to pave the way for not only hip-hop, but for the Asian American movement as a whole. Their singles have been heard in clubs all across the country and featured on hit shows such as “So You Think You Can Dance,” and “America’s Best Dance Crew.” They are hands down thee most successful Asian American group in the Land of the Free and they continue to astound their fans with breaking news and kick ass music.

Recently wrapping up their tour with Grammy-nominated, Electro/Hip-Hop group, LMFAO the fellas of FM announced their biggest achievement yet;Far East Movement officially signed with Cherrytree Records, home to mega-artists like Lady Gaga, Tokio Hotel, Keane, Space Cowboy and more. On March 16th, 2010 FM announced tour dates in Japan with multi-platinum artist, Lady Gaga.

Prohgress, Kev Nish, and J-Splif took the time out to sit down with yours truly for one of my personal favorite episodes of “EMT.” Watch, enjoy, and support here:

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From the moment I stopped thinking that boys were just cootie-spewing aliens and realized their eye-pleasing potentialities, I developed crushes only on…famous white boys (embarrassing confession #1). Let’s see, there was the ever iconic JTT (Jonathon Taylor Thomas), Devon Sawa, Andrew Keegan, Leo DiCaprio, and whoever else populated the covers of those exceptionally insipid tween-hottie magazines.

Then, I laid my eyes upon the most beautiful man that my young, pre-pubescent eyes had ever seen on T.V…and-holy mackerel-he was Asian!

By the age of 9, I was a bona-fide, hard-core Trekkie (embarrassing confession #2, oh who am I kidding, it’s # infinity). I’ve been to an actual Star Trek Convention, and I bought anything Star Trek-related that my poor little piggy bank could handle: comic books, novels, trading cards etc. And of course, my eyes were glued to the television set every Saturday night.

But Ensign Harry Kim of the U.S.S. Voyager, played oh-so-superbly by Garrett Wang, really fueled the blazing bonfire of my fascination with the series. He represented the textbook definition of “dreamboat” for me, with his perfectly coiffed coal-black hair and trillion-and-a-half dollar smile. Every time he appeared and subsequently lit up the screen, it was as if he entered with a flock of heavenly futuristic doves circling above his beautiful head.

(They just HAD to show him playing ping-pong…)

Because of him, I not only experienced my first poignantly meaningful celebrity crush (don’t judge, they ARE possible to have!), but I finally became aware of the AA cause. I started to wonder about the lack of Asian Americans in the entertainment industry, let alone in a galaxy, far, far, away, and hungered to see more wondrous representation. Even though it was extremely awe-inspiring and pride-inducing to see him, as a minority who resembled me, gain some relative success, my from-afar-adulating-adoration finally stirred in me a seemingly insatiable appetite to see other Asians “make it,” whether they be genetically blessed or not.

Thank you, Garrett, for not only being other-worldy handsome, but for helping me to uncover my eyes to the plight of AAs in the entertainment universe.

If you’re still single, feel free to beam me up anytime.

* Garrett Wang is a Chinese-American, California-based actor who is mostly known for his role on Star Trek: Voyager. He was once briefly linked to Margaret Cho, named one of People’s “50 Most Beautiful People” (1997), and is still currently acting in various productions.

Sigh.

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It’s an Asian thing and I don’t know where it started, how it progressed, or where it will end but what I do know is that I used to be obsessed with writing utensils.

Back in my younger days, we didn’t have all these fancy shamancy things called “lead pencils.” We had straight up wood #2 pencils and from a young age I was intensely fascinated with all forms of writing utensils. Yeah, I collected pogs and lanyard but it was something about pencils that captivated the crap out of me. I had this old, raggedy cloth material pencil case that was stretchy enough to fit at least 80 pencils and I used to collect, count, and stare at them like I had a severe case of OCD.

My cousin TK and I used to have hang-outs where we’d just trade pencils. What in Ghandi’s name is so damn fun about trading pencils you ask? Well, I’ll have you know that besides watching Barney prance around with his little human friends everyday at 3 p.m., trading tree sticks with my cousin was the highlight of my day.

As I got older, people got smarter, and soon there were pens that came in different colors like purple, baby blue, and hot pink oh my! When I used to walk into a Morning Glory, which is the equivalent of what an Asian girl’s heaven would look like, my eyes would light up and my palms would get sweaty at the sight of multi-colored pens. It was glorious. Not only were pens cool, but they started coming out with the god of all pencils-lead pencils. Everything from the clicky thing-a-mabob on the top to the cool little chains that used to hang off of them would get me jumping with glee.

It wasn’t until I snapped back to reality that I realized that it was such a damn Asian thing to collect pens and pencils. In school, none of my non-yellow classmates had awesome writing utensils. They bought their stupid, ugly pens from Staples and wood pencils from the dollar store down the block. Whack! How could they not be entranced by the milky smooth colors of my $2/each mini-pens? I was perplexed for two reasons: One being that I noticed only the Asians carrying around the same kind of writing instruments as me and two being, why were only the Asians carrying around the same kind of writing instruments as me? Were we raised in some kind of pen-loving cult and never told about it? Were we raised in a culture where it was welcomed to indulge on writing materials more than other important necessities in our life? The answer is most likely no, but the only thing I knew was that when I walked into a Morning Glory I was like Gollum with his cursed ring. These pens were most definitely ‘my precious’.

There is absolutely no real moral story to this article. I know you were waiting for me to tell you some heroic story about how one of my sea green milky pens saved a fellow classmate from choking or how the little pink girl hanging from my lead pen chain put an end to world poverty, but they never did and they most likely never will.

So the question remains; why do Asians love rad pens and pencils? It’s a question that may never be answered.

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Before he was Lt. Lim, I knew him as simply Mark. We’ve been friends for years and when he first told me he was being shipped off to Iraq, I reacted like any friend would. Like any other civilian, I hadn’t had the slightest clue of what life would be like for Mark over there nor would I ever understand his life, his story, his emotions when he got back. I wanted to write a lengthy piece on Lim, an adopted Korean American who became a high ranked Lieutenant in the US Army, and his experience overseas, but I thought he could better describe it all for you in his own words. 

What were some of the emotions you felt before you left for Iraq?
It probably was a mixture of excitement and fear, but fear of the unknown. I really did not know what to expect. I volunteered for the tour and I ended up going overseas with a unit from North Carolina. So I was basically going to be dropped into Baghdad with people who had been training together for years, and also been to Iraq before together. (It was this unit’s second rotation, although some of the soldiers had 3-4 tours before). I have been in the military for about 5 years but I had only been an officer (Lieutenant) for 8 months before I went to Iraq. Iraq was my first real test as a junior officer. One of the main ideas we are taught is that we lead soldiers. The prospect of leading men in a combat was an awesome responsibility and honor. My mother was also a mess when I left to go, so I was pretty sad because I knew she would be worrying about me the whole tour.

A lot of people think all soldiers are involved in combat. Which is not true at all. You had a very different experience when you were in Iraq. Tell us some of that.
Well I’m not going to get to deep into it. What is going on in Iraq is unconventional warfare. We aren’t fighting uniformed soldiers, battling it out inch by inch. At the beginning of the war places like Fallujah saw some very heavy fighting and at the height of the troop surge of 2007 there was considerable fighting. Since the troop surge Baghdad has made some considerable gains in security, economics, essential services (sewage, water, electricty, etc) and governance. But anyone at anytime in Iraq can find themselves facing enemy action, regardless of their job or role. With that being said there are some jobs (combat arms) that are more prone to it and base their missions to go out and find the enemy. I respect all the men and women in our military and also give credit to anyone who puts on our uniform and goes away from their home and family for a year. I was in a bit of a different situation since my unit was a land-owner, meaning we controlled a section of Baghdad. Not only did we “own” it, we lived in it. We lived in a Joint Security Station (JSS) inside our area away from our higher headquarters’ base. This was part of the 2007 counterinsurgency mentality that theorized, if we are going to protect the people, we are going to live with the people. It was a small compound that sat next to an Iraqi Police station, hence the word joint. Anything that happened in our area, was our responsibility. It just so happened a main route went through our space that linked the Baghdad Airport to the International Zone (Green Zone), that stretch of road alone would have kept us busy. But our area of the city was populated by well over 1 million people which kept everyone busy throughout the tour.

What kind of fears constantly ran through your mind during your stay there?
I think everyone is afraid of dying. But that kind of fear cripples your ability to function as a leader and just as a soldier. The first few times I went on a mission I was a bit nervous. Over time it became better and manageable. My fear was more within myself. I was afraid that I would make a wrong move or make a decision that would result in a soldier’s harm. There’s obviously more but there is no point revisiting my fears now that I’m home.

What did you miss the most from back home?
I’m not really one to miss things or items. People talk about missing little things like, their bed or some local bar. I really only missed my family. And maybe a real toilet…

You were adopted from Korea as a baby. You were raised by a Caucasian family. On the outside, you’re Asian, but in the inside you’re 100% American. Have you ever had an identity crisis because of this?
Identity crisis is an interesting phrase. The way my parents raised me was American, and rightfully so since we do live in America. I give credit to my mother for trying to preserve my culture by actually enrolling me in Korean school when I was younger. But the first day I was supposed to go I cried in the car and refused to get out. So we drove home and never went back. Not surprisingly, I never spoke Korean again and finally lost the ability to. In hindsight I wish I would have gone so I would be able to speak Korean today but I was young and stupid. Growing up I was one of the few Asians around town. It wasn’t until late middle school that there seemed to be a big wave of Asians into the area. Then I went to high school and it was Asians everywhere. I had never seen such a sight, except maybe on TV. In highschool I made my first Korean friends, ate my first Korean dish (kim chi ji gae), and listened to my first Korean song Yoo Seung Jun “Party Time” from his 4th album, which I have somewhere in my house. It is kind of interesting now that my socializing has kind of reversed from when I was younger. Military friends aside, the majority of my friends today are Korean.

Were you ever discriminated against in Iraq because of the color of your skin or in life in general?
I think being Asian actually helped me out. Iraq is in southwest Asia, so technically they are Asians too. The arabic word for Korean, romanized of course, is Ko’ree. So I could always strike up a conversation about being Asian. Without fail every Iraqi that I met always asked what I was: Chinese, Japanese, or Korean. And almost everytime, they would drop a name like Jackie Chan or Jet Li, apparently the only east Asians Iraqis know, and see what my reaction would be. I took it all in good humor. Getting to talk to the people was a great experience. In general, I really can not think of one time that I felt discriminated against. I’m sure it went on but maybe I was too young realize it was going on or I just didn’t care. I think at one point or another we are teased about the eyes and superficial things like that, but unless it does physical harm, life goes on. I have been pretty lucky to be around good people of all races and not encounter any racial issues.

What’s the biggest misconception about soldiers?
Since I started my tour in 2008, everywhere I’ve been I’ve had nothing but gratitude thrown my way. The people I talk to know me, so I think they have a reasonable idea about soldiers.

Why are you so awesome?
I get it from my mother.

This is my personal thanks to you, as a friend, and as an American soldier. Your work in Iraq was remarkable and I thank God that you are safe and sound at home. You’ve done so much for your country, your family, your friends and today AAtheory commemorates your work, bravery, and service.

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Danny Cho’s been in the comedic game for a handful of years now and he’s only getting funnier, bigger, and better. I knew I was in love with the funny man when he played an unattractive, typical, L.A. Korean chick in the Youtube hit short skit, “K-Town Hotties.” On-stage he kills it. He understands his audience, embraces his Asian American ethnicity, and knows how to bring “funny” to a whole different level. Off-stage, he’s real, down-to-earth, intelligent, and witty as hell. I stalked him for months via e-mail when I found out he was coming to good ole’ New York City for a show and he proved to me that not only is he a gem in the comedy world, but he’s one of the biggest movers and shakers for the Asian American community.

Enjoy another installment of Ellie Meets Talent featuring Danny Cho:

To learn more about Danny Cho, visit his official site here.

K-Town Hotties:

Danny Cho as Kim Jong Il:

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(utada.com, by Y. Kikuma)

Utada Hikaru has been doing her In The Flesh 2010 tour since the beginning of the year and every city she stops in leaves a gaggle of satisfied fans in her wake. Utada’s show in her hometown, New York City, was no exception. At one point in the night she remarked that she thought that the fans in Las Vegas were the loudest, but it was nothing compared to NYC (cue ear-splitting scream from proud crowd).

The crowd was lively and the venue, The Fillmore at Irving Plaza, was packed, the concert sold-out. Cameras inside the venue were strictly forbidden and this rule heavily enforced. Not only did you have to check your camera separately from your bag and coat (no doubt to stop people from being the camera to a future event), if found taping during the performance you were taken out of the crowd to check your camera. Bigwigs from American music companies were there, sitting comfortably in the VIP section which also held, friends and relatives of Utada’s, staff, some fans and yours truly.

In Seattle (Source: Utada.com)

Before the show starts, the crowd goes crazy at sporadic moments: whenever there is a break between songs the DJ is playing, whenever one person starts cheering, whenever they suspect Utada is coming out…any minute now… any minute. And finally she does, she opens with three semi-fast, English-language numbers and by the 3rd song I am convinced that even if someone confined Utada’s performance to a 2 by 2 ft space on stage she would still rock it. She had the audience in the palm of her hands. And you may say, “Well, all famous singers have excited audience members,” but that would be missing the essence of her fans. They love her not because she’s gorgeous or sexy or would totally bang if she let them. They love her and respect her because she’s great at what she does. And when there’s a crowd like that at a show, so diverse and proud to call themselves fans, it shows and it was a really nice atmosphere to be in, especially as an Utada newcomer.

As in most concerts, every question is answered with a yell, the primitiveness of concerts has never been so splendid than at The Fillmore, watching Utada talk to her crowd. In working for Seoulbeats, and, more recently, AA Theory, I have been to a lot of great concerts and performances by artists of Asian descent, but of any of them Utada had the most diverse audience I had ever seen. Something about a giant black man swaying slowly side-to-side, glow sticks erect, singing along to a Japanese-American’s songs tugs at the heart strings.

In LA (Source: Utada.com)

She moves into her Japanese songs and then into more mellow territory, sitting behind a piano and playing. She writes all of her own songs and they start with just the keyboard and her voice and she shared that with us. The songs become more upbeat, they go from English to Japanese and back. Here, her voice becomes whiny, and I don’t think I like it. But that’s irrelevant because the mob below me knows that she is the greatest. When a song ends they cheer, when the next begins, a high-pitched wail rips through the decaying sound of their last collective yell. It’s madness.

Utada remarks on the diversity of the crowd and everyone is proud of this fact. From the Japanese-American girl who came from another state to the white guys from Canada,  from the ripped Latino dude in the white tank to the old Asian man up front singing along to every song, from the gay couple embracing as they croon with their favorite crooner to the parents of the kids just dying to see Utada. And very suddenly, I’m in love with Utada, I’m in love with New York, I’m in love with America, I’m in love with music. I’m in love with any force that makes anything like this possible.

The show ends with an extended encore. Utada and her band (Keyboard player, bass player, guitar player, drummer, percussionist and piano) all performed a great show. It is as the show ends that I realize that BoA and Se7en, as great as they are, aren’t what Asian-Americans need to represent them right now. It’s an Asian-American, it’s Utada. Someone who doesn’t need to fake it, someone who knows how to work a crowd, someone who knows what it’s like being an Asian in America and not from the privileged altitude of their hotel rooms in between public appearances. If you want to convince a music executive that Americans (and not just Asian-Americans) are ready for a singer of Asian descent, let them got to an Utada concert. Not only are we all ready, we’re dying for it.

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My eyes are almond shaped, dark brown, with a slight crease in the eyelid. When I smile, my eyes disappear into upside down smiles. My face is flat except for the button nose that slightly protrudes from the center of it all. My hair is long, dark, with hints of left-over streaks of the $7.99 L’OREAL do-it-your-self-home kit applied by mother half a year back. I am not particularly beautiful but what I lack in looks, I make up for in strength and personality. And though I was raised to be a proud Korean American woman, for years my nationality made me weak, vulnerable, timid, angry and worst of all, shameful.

It was the summer of 97′, I was 10 years old. I grew up in quite an American household. My family members spoke fluent English, I was brought up in a private school full of kids of different ethnicities. No one cared that my eyes were smaller than theirs, and no one seemed to ask what I was. Why? Because when you’re younger, the biggest challenge you face in life is whether or not Santa’s going to buy you that Barbie doll you wanted for so long.

My family was never the traveling type. We never went on vacations in exotic spots nor do we ski together down the slopes in Aspen, Colorado. I came from a middle class working family and the most exotic place we ever traveled was to Orlando, Florida. The summer of ‘97 we changed it up. Dad decided we were going to take a road trip to Virginia. The name alone sounded like a snoozefest but I was young and it was exciting, different.

I’ll never forget what I felt that day, the feelings of shame and embarrassment that stirred in me that morning we walked into that diner in the middle of Nowhere, Virginia.

The door creaked open and the bell hanging from the door chain jingled as we entered the restaurant. In a matter of seconds, I felt like I had just left the real world and entered the twilight zone. The diner was filled with older white folks with their crispy, snow colored hair and their radiant blue/green sea eyes. As wee stepped in, the hustle and bustle of feet and the murmur of conversations came to a halt. We were aliens from a different planet who had just gotten lost on their journey to Planet Asia and somehow ended up in this particular diner to refuel before their long trip back home to god knows where.

The waitress came towards us with a half smile and says, “Welcome back…second time since yesterday. You must like it here.” No, it wasn’t our first time. No, we weren’t there the day before. But she didn’t care, she didn’t flinch at her comment because to her, we were all the same. We were no different than the yellow-ed skin family who came to eat there the day before.

We sat down, and never in my 10 young years of living did I feel the kind of shame I felt sitting at that table. Did we have signs on our backs or our foreheads that read ”WATCH US EAT, WE ARE FOREIGN?” No, but the surrounding tables continued to stare while they slowly pushed syrup soaked pancake pieces into their mouths. I felt like we were the headlining act at some freakish circus show we were forced to perform in. The staring didn’t stop, the whispering never ceased and I looked at my family and I felt shame, embarrassment. I wanted to cry, scream, and open my mouth to let these judging ears know that my English had no accent, that I knew the Pledge of Allegiance by heart, and that the Fourth of July was just as important to me as it was to them. But I couldn’t because no matter what, I was still a person of color and they could not see past that or rather they had no care to see past it all. I’ll never forget the pain I felt that day because of who I was.

Twelve years later, I am stronger but not immune to ignorance, prejudice, and racism. Till this day, that memory sticks with me, the feelings still real. I’ve accepted the color of my skin, where I come from, who I am and I feel no shame. The people at the diner saw us as Asian folks, but when I see us, I see an all American Asian family.

That’s who I am, an all around Korean American girl.

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The first time I heard Susie Suh’s voice, my jaw dropped in astonishment. I was beyond impressed and it took one verse to get me hooked. She’s been compared to the likes of Sarah Maclachlan and Fiona Apple and though those two are musical legends, I still place Miss Suh at the top of my list. Her songs are real, powerful, and moving and her stage presence is just as extraordinary. In person, she’s one of the most down-to-earth and intelligent musicians I’ve ever interviewed. I’m proud to present to you my favorite singer and Asian American musician in the entertainment business. Enjoy another installment of “EMT” with Susie Suh.

To learn more about Susie Suh, click here to go to her official site.

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Ladies and gentlemen… I have returned! Ah, sweet interwebs, how I’ve missed you!

Okay, so I really REALLY wanted to make a video blog about the Utada In The Flesh Tour 2010 concert I attended in San Francisco last Sunday, but my ultimate fail at recording and editing made it impossible.

Yeah. Total fail, haha. Well, I’ll try my best to write about the concert and make it as awesomesauce as possible.

Here we go!

The concert was supposed to begin at 8PM… or at least the opening act was. DJ Mike Rizzo was his name, and he was pretty awesome. He played the Dirty Desire Remix at the end of his stage. In retrospect, this might have been uncomfortable for the under 18 crowd at the venue (There were many a parental unit there), and the end of the remix had some interesting sounds that Ms. Utada makes. Yeah. Moving on.

I forgot my camera at the hotel room and it was good that I did. The security at the Fillmore Auditorium were really cracking down on people taking pictures, video, etc. Luckily, there were some lucky peoples with iPhones who shot some decent footage of it all.

The live band came out first then Utada came to the stage. The show started off with On And On which is a great way to get the crowd going. It’s a party song so it definitely got everybody loose. After her first three or four songs from This Is The One, she talked to the crowd (and did so every three to four songs). It was really cool to hear talk to the crowd because it wasn’t all poetic and ridiculous, it was just plain conversation. She talked about walking in the rain to the pier (Her: “Yay! the pier!”). She was answering random shout outs from the crowd and received a week old birthday wish. At one part of the show, the fourth song in, she asked the crowd if it were cool with us if she sang some of her Japanese songs. At that point, the whole crowd went insane; literally went bananas! She sang such hits as Passion/Sanctuary, SAKURA Drops, Automatic, First Love (of course; classics), Stay Gold, and Can You Keep A Secret? I believe there were more, but I can’t remember.

Utada also sang a couple of her songs from Exodus, then finished off the show with more tracks from This Is The One. Her closing song was Dirty Desire.

The encore took about ten minutes to happen. The fans were going crazy, calling her name, clapping, randomly screaming at the top of their lungs (myself included). When Utada and the band finally came back out, she was so awesome and thanked us for calling her back out to the stage. Then, what I should have expected, but I didn’t. All you really need to know is that all of the video game nerds in the middle of the venue LOST THEIR MINDS! Have you guessed it yet? Yup, her encore was Simple And Clean. Granted, I was stoked that she did an encore, but WOW. I could not top the energy of the video game nerds’ roaring cheers. Just WOW.

At the end of the show, while the band still played the ending to Simple And Clean, Utada began throwing somethings resembling softballs out into the crowd. The hands flew up, and everybody made mad dashes for the ground if someone hadn’t caught one already. I didn’t catch one, but I did get to keep my reserved seating sticker thingy and they passed out posters at the end of the show. The posters were very psychedelic, all tie dyed out with Partridge Family font and such.

At the end of it all when I got back to my hotel room, I had that hearing you get while you’re underwater. You know, as if you’re listening to stuff inside a glass? Yeah. I kind of wish I could see it again. It was a great show.

I’ve found some fancams so that you may be able to see the awesomeness.

If anybody saw the show, or are going to see any of the other show, please comment on how it was below.

Apple And Cinnamon & Come Back To Me:

On And On:

Stay Gold:

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WARNING: babbling crotchety rant straight ahead

Ok, this is the last sock.

I came across a recently published opinion piece admonishing house-party hosts who instruct each and every guest to remove his/her shoes before entering their pristine abode. Even though the author did not directly take a personal jab at Asia for its perennial pedi-custom, I still took his stubbornly-fully-outfitted-foot-in-his-mouth words to heart.

Growing up in a hyper-Asian household, I was taught to obey my elders, finish every last rice kernel at dinnertime…and to leave my shoes outside (or on a specially-placed rack right beside the front door). The idea that the very (sometimes pricey and oh-so-pretty) things that encase and protect our feet from the numerous hazards of the outside world are actually two giant petri-dishes of all that is disgusting and contaminated is deeply ingrained in my brain. So much so, I am robotically inclined to take my shoes off even in the seediest motel room.

But being a strict germaphobe from the ankles down makes one pretty intolerant of others insensitivity to this honored habit. And I, for one, am so sick and tired of all the groanin’ n’ moanin’ over such a harmless code of feet-iquette. It’s not like we’re asking you to take off your underwear and leave them all dangling in the closet until your hypothetically forced upon “going commando” time is over; shoes are something that you inevitably take off when lounging around in your own home anyway! Good grief!

I’ve gotten much flack over the years from my own friends, their grandmas, and beloved T.V. programs such as Sex and the City (episode: A Woman’s Right to Shoes) for making guests part with their beloved feetwear. While they all have brought up some extremely valid points-what if the shoes make the outfit, what if the floor is just as grimy as your shoes, what if your socks are mismatched and holey?-I still say that you all should suck it up and deal with it. I at times find it annoying myself, but the fear of the second coming of the bubonic plague outweighs doing the “into the rabbit hole, round the tree…” shoelace-tying bit for the umpteenth time, any day of the week.

Instead, please save the legitimate melodrama for when we bust out the #2 most Asian house guest complaint inducing phenomenon: the distinctly indefinable aroma.

Oh, don’t even get me started on that one…

cr: gawker.com

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