Similar to many of my classmates, the interview in “My America” with the two Philippina women in
It becomes intensely personal when I turn to my parents, my mom is Asian and my dad is white. Was my dad a rice chaser? Was his interest in my mom spurred on the image of a submissive Geisha? I don’t want to think to think so. It’s easy to point the finger at society and talk about those faceless white males who exotify Asian girls, but when do we consider my dad as an individual whose motives and behaviors are so much more complex and can’t be explained by academia? I probably wouldn’t even be asking myself this question if my father had been Asian too, which brings up the issue of a double standard. Why is a fictitious Asian father’s interest in my mother granted some sort of immunity?