A few days ago, I wrote a post titled, “‘Because you’re foreign…’ Western, White and English privilege in Korea.” After sharing it on Twitter, a few readers commented and re-tweeted it, and eventually my blog post landed upon the screen of a journalist and TV producer for Al Jazeera English. (And to think that last...
*Note: This post chronicles my own experiences with privilege in Korea as a White, American female. I am NOT speaking for all White people, females, Americans, Westerners or even Koreans. I nervously sat among my classmates in a holography class at the Korea National University of Arts in February 2009. A few days earlier, I’d...
Seoul, South Korea: Buddha’s Birthday lanterns. Love it or hate it, call it photography or not, there’s something romantic about Instagram. Captured spur of the moment with a smartphone, these digitally-enhanced, square-formatted images are both visually appealing and a great tool for documentation. For about a year, I’ve been uploading photos on Instagram, and in some...
I don’t really want to write this, but I feel like I owe it to myself. Yesterday, an anonymous woman ardently bashed my recent Glimpse story, “Riding the white horse: On being foreign in Korea,” by twisting my words and failing to comprehend the meaning behind the narrative. She concluded her irrational argument with, “I think Shaw is an...
Warning: This post may be a bit ranty because I’m mad at myself for failing my Korean midterm. I also have a speaking test on Tuesday which I will inevitably fail, and to top it off, I’m fucking hungry, and our cafeteria doesn’t serve dinner for another 45 minutes. It’s been awhile since I’ve studied...
Last Saturday, I embarked on a weekend trip to the southeast province of Gyeongsangnam-do to bike around a famous wetland, mingle with other travelers and teachers, pick fresh strawberries and visit a festival celebrating the Daegaya Kingdom. Once again, I traveled with Adventure Korea, a well-established tour company catered to foreigners and travelers in Korea....
A few weeks ago, I was catching up with a friend who I’d met while studying abroad in 2009 at the Korea National University of Arts. As we were eating slices of Turkish pizza, I casually mentioned my former roommate Dahae. Much to my surprise, my friend suddenly responded, “Oh, she died.” I held my...
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Just when I thought my brain would explode with sparks made of Twitter links and Facebook updates, I created a “Mapping Words: Sketches” Tumblr account. I was hesitant to delve into Tumblr for the longest time because I didn’t understand it; it seemed like a platform filled with overly-shared material and confusing threads with no “about me” page...
I climbed onto the Seoul-bound bus in Inje. The only seat remaining was next to a pimply teenage boy leaning his head against the window. He avoided my gaze, reluctantly removing his backpack from the seat and placing it on the floor beneath his feet. It was summer. My friends and I had gone rafting...
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