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Wow. I’m really sure not how to react to this article “Seattle’s Ragin’ Asians”  in the latest Seatle Weekly: a pseudo-ethnographic expose on the Asian American club scene in the 206.

article photo by Garrett Mukai

Right off the bat, there are a few things I take objection to which seem typical stereotypical fare you’d expect from the POV of a white(?) reporter. Namely, repeatedly drawing attention to Asians’ carbon-copy mob mentality: we only travel in packs (making white people uncomfortable and unwelcome), dress identically (in the latest slutty, mall store fashion), are vapid and socially retarded, and all rook arike (like pre-pubescent tweens).

article photo by Garrett Mukai

Also, it is with a mix of excitement and shame that I intimately know every restaurant, menu item, neighborhood, club, street, and free cover/parking trick mentioned in this piece. Yes, I too have idled until attendants left their shift to swoop down in my parents’ 1990 4-door Camry, and even put an old ticket on the windshield for extra precaution.

And I too have an irrational love for the sweet, steaming baked spaghetti at Purple Dot. But motherfuckers, last time I checked, the food at Purple Dot is NOT GREASY (Gawd, how many times is this beeyotch gonna write “greasy” in association with Chinese food?)! Jade Garden and Honey Court are hella quality, son.

Check out that line! Like I said, QUALITY!

This kinda was/could be my future life in Seattle. Except with less titty exposure, nonexistent game, and way more Gaysian fag hagottry (c’mon R Place and Manray are chock full o’ Asian chicks…and just across the street from War Room, ya’ll).

And it’s also little embarrassing that…Oh, fuck it…206 BITCHES!!!

This entry was posted on August 7, 2009 at 12:53 pm and is filed under All Class, Framdammit!, Friday Fuckery, WTF?! with tags clubs, ragin' asians, seattle, shame. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.