“Do you even have Chinese cooks? This tastes like cardboard,” my mother yelled in Mandarin at the poor, unsuspecting waitress. She was very unimpressed by the food we tried at the “authentic” Chinese restaurant at Chinatown in Washington, D.C.
It’s 2018 and I oddly find myself buying physical albums. My package came last week via the Korea Post, a direct indicator of the cultural aspect of We Go Up, the second mini album by South Korean teenage boy group NCT Dream.
I’ve obsessed over “Sister, Sister,” a TV show about twins separated at birth and reunited, since I first stumbled upon it in elementary school. Back then, I liked it because it was funny and entertaining.
Beauty has always been a focus of my life and my daily routines, and whether that is due to cultural pressures or genuine interest is something that is still foreign to me. But, what I do know is it’s something in which I have grown to have a strong interest.
Many would agree no undergraduate experience at the University of Michigan is complete without painting the Rock. Last year, I painted the Rock for the first time as part of an annual event hosted by the Vietnamese Student Association.
American Culture professor John Cheney-Lippold of the University of Michigan has been receiving backlash from students, community members and administrators alike, with University Regent Denise Ilitch (D) going so far as to accuse the professor of
I travel back home to Hong Kong every summer to visit my family and it always feels uneasy leaving my dad and his family when summer ends. However, it feels a little more uneasy and heavier this year as I walk into the security gates to leave my dad.