Archive for June, 2012

What is it with Korean guys and blow dryers?

The title says it all. I really don’t understand why almost every Korean guy seems to own one… Don’t get  me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with owning a blow dryer; even I own one! I have a simple, yet beautiful blue Conair that looks something like this:

Maybe it’s something we grew up with? I remember interacting with an extended family with many females. They all used blow dryers to dry their hair, so I instinctively used one to do the same ever since I could take showers by myself.

The reason this was brought to my attention was because of one of my suitemates for the summer. Of course he happens to be Korean and owns a blow dryer. I hear it every morning after he takes his shower, and my blow dryer returns the call from my side of the suite after my shower.

It’s funny because when I googled “Korean blow dryer,” this gif came up: comment.

What’s even more disturbing is the fact that this came from a site made up of “Asian Fanfics.” For those of you not familiar with the term, Fanfic = Fan Fiction (i.e. stories of fiction, written by fans). No, these aren’t fanfics of Asian origin or anything… These are fanfics about Asians. Someone out there must really, really like Asians (fetish, if you will) if they have the time to write stories about Asian people and the Asian things they do.

Here’s a link to the story this gif came from:

I think it’s something like a homoerotic story about two Korean guys….and it involves a blow dryer somehow. Don’t bother asking me what it’s about cause I was thoroughly creeped out and only stayed long enough on the site to take the gif.


The Anomalies of Frozen Dinners

Yesterday was the first time I went grocery shopping entirely for myself. It was probably the most intense and most expensive trip I made with the total ending up at nearly $100… But apparently that’s a normal amount for most people living on their own, as traumatic as it may be. It definitely makes you appreciate the “free” food you get at a home with loving parents.

Another thing that I’ve learned to appreciate is some good old home cooking. I really enjoy cooking myself, but my lazy self can’t get around to doing it too often. Since I still need to eat, I’ve invested in a supply of frozen dinners. It’s kind of ironic because as a kid, I used to love frozen dinners and would consider having one as a treat. Now, it’s a sad excuse for a nice meal 😦

I’ve never really liked the “Chicken Fried Chicken” terminology. It’s too redundant and gives you the sense that they’re trying too hard to prove what they’re selling is indeed chicken. On the outside, it’s packaged all nicely and “enlarged to show quality.” Check out the steamy effect that the mashed potatoes get! But in reality, it’s almost a bold-faced lie that they can make something like that out of something like this:

Notice the burnt gravy? That might have been my fault. Or the microwave’s. But I was mostly disappointed by my mashed potatoes — they were gritty and didn’t have the nice steam effect. All in all, it only cost me a dollar, so  I’m not complaining (too much).