Arya's Tunes

I wake up every morning ready to fight off the gender values men like me place on woman; contemplating if my existence slows down what strides women have made so far with their rights. First thing I have to do, make sure I know how to make breakfast. I want every one of my future partners to know that I can provide them with breakfast in bed every morning, as a man, I am required to develop this skill. I cook whatever they want, however they want, and exactly what temperature they want it at; treat me like a Starbucks drive through because I want to be as helpful as possible. I don’t know how I will get you your venti mocha + match iced coffee with a caramel drizzle, made with oat milk from Russia and exactly 112.2 degrees Celsius, but I want to be helpful to woman so I will.   I hate work. I go their to work myself to death every day, putting more effort than anyone else, but I still make more money than my colleague Becky, who needs to spend 2 hours talking about her horrible boyfrie

"Son its not it is not pronounced actor, it is pronounced doctor". This joke has resonated with me for the last 2 years. My dad first found this in one of his infamous WhatsApp group chats and immediately sent it to me. It was probably one of the funniest things I have seen because it is so relatable to me and probably millions of other immigration children. This joke screamed success. The father expects the son to be a successful doctor, but the son wants to be a successful actor. In the memoir, Crying In H-Mart by Michelle Zauner, it's easy to pick up the difference between Michelle and her mother's idea of success in their mercurial relationship. Two distinct beliefs because of two distinct environments. One portrayed immigrant success, and one portrayed happy success. What truly was success and how does it develop complex relationships?  The most classic scene we can look at to pick up little bits of details about the differences in their time in the Korean Soul F