asian superheroes

Once upon a time, I was in a little high-school based community theater troupe called Youth for Asian Theater where I served four loyal years as actress, playwright, board member, publicity/outreach director, and a slew of other odd positions. During my last year of involvement, where I wasn’t physically in the area to be a part of the show (was in China), I signed on to write a play – and came up with a skit featuring neglected Asian Barbie dolls. Later on, I was asked last-minute to write another filler play that would possibly serve as a good lead-in to the halftime intermission. Having used up all my creative energy by then, I quickly half-assed a play featuring an Asian superhero whose singular power was to be able to turn into any fruit or vegetable he wished (thus aptly named “Fruit and Vegetable Man.”)

The play pretty much had nothing to do with being Asian, but I remember at the time being defensive of my theme, arguing that sheer visibility of a superhero who just happened to be Asian (no attacking chopsticks, no chow mein sprouting from wrists) was a good statement in itself. The play wasn’t great, and it’s not something I consider one of my finer achievements, but years later I still support the statement.

Four years later, I’ve become an avid watcher of Heroes, as much as the show sucks, where it features not one, but two Asian superheroes (both non-American, mind you, and a third one who will soon become a superhero as per the allusion in the premiere), my comic-loving boyfriend has made me watch virtually every episode of Justice League and I’ve become abnormally knowledgeable about DC Comics superhero lore, and I’ve become a huge fan (and occasional creator!) of webcomics and graphic novels, particularly from female artists who are sorely missing from the paper comic world.

Which provides sort of a convenient personal environment for me to have discovered a few months ago the existence of an upcoming graphic novel featuring all Asian American superheroes, entitled Secret Identities. Parry Shen (you may know him from a movie called Better Luck Tomorrow) is one of the managing editors and has been promoting the anthology on his blog, and AngryAsianMan has been doing likewise. From the little snippets of news and small preview I’ve seen, it looks promising. I’ll have to wait till 2009 to read the actual thing, but I’m excited about it.

BUT, I did notice while scrolling through the news and about pages of the website — where are all the ladies? Yes, it looks like there are some good Asian female protagonists in the anthology (one a mom, I think), but where are the female artists? The storywriters? The entire Secret Identities editorial board is composed of men — and I know there are only 5 of them, so it’s not a stark underrepresentation — but I want to hear from the womens. Supposedly, superheroes and comic books are “boy territory,” but aren’t there comic-loving ladies out there who have something to say? If I could draw better (or at all) I would do it. As much as I love Buffy and Xena (yes, they count as superheroes too), they were created by men. Although, to be fair, they were developed in part by women writers as well.

Anyway, I might be premature in my ranting because I don’t think a list of authors has even been published anywhere yet, so there might actually be the representation I’m looking for. Still, ladies in comics, keep it coming! (and maybe I will get off my ass and do the same.)

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samak can cook — and so can you

I don’t consider myself really justified to comment on Thai domestic politics, but you might have read a little on the uproar between Thai civil society and their recently ousted Prime Minister, Samak Sundaravej. He was forced to resign two days ago as Prime Minister not because of some really grievous error (in my opinion), but for appearing on a Thai cooking show and getting paid for it (thus exhibiting “outside interests” and violating the Constitution).

Of course, the real story here is the tension between the Thaksin-supporting People’s Power Party (PPP) that re-nominated Sundaravej for Prime Minister today (I guess you can do that) and the People’s Alliance for Democracy (PAD) which is vehemently opposed to the party, Thaksin, Sundaravej, and everything they all stand for. (Through my limited understanding of Thai politics I’ve always had sort of a soft spot for Thaksin — and by extension, the PPP — because he’s done so much for the poor rural population of Thailand, even if it was amidst executive power expansions and nepotism and alleged corruption — but again, I’m not really justified to comment much.)  

But really, a cooking show? That’s the saddest vehicle for a forced resignation I’ve ever heard of. I would love a Prime Minister who could whip up a mean fried tofu plate AND look good doing it. And just envision the diplomatic possibilities — homemade green curry at UN meetings, some fried banana and coconut ice cream to appease the Southern Thai rebels, tom yum soup with the king to get in good favor with the royalists. 

And come on, look how adorable he is (photo courtesy of the BBC): 

  

Can’t we all just cook some fried noodles together and get along?

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first day of school

My first class is in about 2.5 hours and I’m the only one on the waitlist. Think happy thoughts for me? It’s Developing Nations, which I’m really excited about, but I don’t know what the waitlist policy will be…

The job gods apparently heard my prayer — I have two more interviews lined up for this week (!), one I’m excited about but pays little, one I’m less excited about but probably pays more, and another where I really don’t know much about the position at all. Lately my nonprofit bone has been tingling and urging me towards more non-commercial endeavors, but the part of me that came from a multimillion dollar corporation and spent 1.5 months jobsearching and seeing only openings for business skilled people and has to pay for new york city rent/food/tuition is a little more doubtful. Weeeee will see. I still don’t have any offers but things are looking a little more optimistic at least. Thanks, job gods! I will bring you an offering of animal crackers and a half drunk bottle of Snapple.

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dear job gods,

dear almighty job gods on whom my financial wellbeing is dependent:

please give me a job. more specifically, this job.

thank you,

brianna lee

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