Dec 4, 2009  •  In Blogging, Personal, Web

I am by no means a fashionista.

So perhaps this is the reason I have NEVER heard of the über-popular blog Sea of Shoes until tonight.


Jane Aldridge, the 17-year-old blogger behind Sea of Shoes.

I found the site intriguing, much like a 5-car pileup on the LIE. You want to not look, but you can’t. Here is a 17-year-old girl — a thin, attractive one at that — flaunting her wealth and entitlement through a blog that consists mostly of pictures of herself flashing her latest luxury purchases.

And what about the mom, who obviously supports these spending sprees? And has her own blog to showcase her own fabulous lifestyle?

A bit of web sleuthing revealed that Jane, through her blog, has become a fashion darling and featured in numerous industry rags in the likes of Vogue. She has even launched her own line of shoes through Urban Outfitters. And even though it is apparent that she does not bat an eye spending $1,000+ on shoes, she probably receives tons of free or heavily discounted swag from companies vying for their products to be paraded on her blog.

Maybe I’m just bitter because I’ve heard too many sob stories due to the current economic climate. Maybe it’s just my own green eyed monster rearing its ugly head. Maybe her blog reveals only a small part of her life; for all I know she could be volunteering at homeless shelters every day of the week.

And heck, who am I to judge? I’m all for posting whatever the hell you want on your own blog.

So, based on what’s written in the last sentence, here is what I have to say on my own blog about Sea of Shoes:

Marie Antoinette.

Do you read Sea of Shoes? How do YOU feel about it?

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Dec 2, 2009  •  In Korean, Personal

The Abortion Republic

Note: I am a pro-life. If you disagree with this standing, please feel free to stop reading now.

Recently I came across an article from The Chicago Tribune discussing abortion issues in South Korea. The article reports of an activist group of physicians founded by obstetrician Shim Sang-duk who refuses to perform abortions and advocates prosecution for doctors who continue to do so.

FACT:  Abortion is illegal in South Korea.

FACT:  South Korea has one of the highest abortion rates among developed countries, so much so that it has been called “The Abortion Republic.”

FACT:  In sharp contrast to the United States, physicians in Korea are ostracized for REFUSING to administer abortions.

I will not get into more politics, nor discuss the article in further detail. Instead, I want to tell you a story of a woman I knew in Korea.

“Western societies see abortion as one of benchmark battles between conservatives and liberals — while here there has not been even any academic discussion,” said Lee Na-young, a sociology professor at Seoul’s Chung-Ang University.

“Even though illegal abortions are widespread…it is true that everyone keeps quiet and does not say anything about it,” the politician [Chang Yoon-seok] said in a statement.

In the 1970s, the Korean government advocated fewer birth rates as a means to fuel economic productivity. There is a reason so many Korean families of my generation only have two children: the government provided tax credits and free healthcare for up to two children.

The woman in my story had two young children and discovered that she was pregnant with her third. She made an appointment with the same doctor that had treated her first two pregnancies and safely delivered both babies. However, upon discovering her condition, the doctor refused to treat her.

Instead, he pressured her to have an abortion. “Why would you want this child?” he asked. “You already have two. You can’t afford a third.”

When the women voiced her concerns, he became angry with her. “Either you have the abortion, or you go find another doctor.”

The woman reluctantly agreed. She was 4½ months pregnant.

For years, Shim rarely, if ever, even used the word “abortion.” Rather, he said, he sought to “erase” or “prevent” the fetus.

“I bought into the government’s argument that it was OK to do this,” he said. “It was good for the country. It boosted the economy.”

Due to the stage of her pregnancy and the lack of proper equipment (remember, abortions are illegal in Korea), the woman almost died from the procedure.

“My first two births were easy compared to this. I was in and out of the hospital in less than 24 hours both times I gave birth. When they gave me the abortion, however, I thought I was going to die. I had severe bleeding and developed an infection. I stayed in the hospital for over a week. All I could think about was how God was taking me away from my two babies for taking the life of the third.”

After receiving their abortions, he [Dr. Shim] said, most women cried.

“Many patients cry when they give birth,” he said, “but these were a different kind of tears.”

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Dec 1, 2009  •  In Books, Geek, Twitter

Tweetbookz: for the Narcissistic, Book-Loving Tweeter in All of Us

$38 ($28 for softcover) for a book containing up to 200 of your favorite tweets is not a bad deal. I may get one for J to compliment his Twitter mug

Get your own at TweetBookz!

Via GeekSuger.

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Dec 1, 2009  •  In Comang, Personal

Thanksgiving Day Goes to the Dogs

My dog Comang is obsessed with my sister’s dog Dante. Not in a “I have a crush on you” way. Nor in a “I want to hump the crap out of you” way. It is pure, unadulterated OBSESSION wherein the entire world disappears save for this one Cairn Terrier mix.

My poor furbaby, whom everyone says is one of the most well-behaved dogs they’ve ever seen, goes into a frenzy when Dante is within sniffing vicinity. He follows him around everywhere, goes into hyperventilation mode, and even loses control of his bowel movements (this is the dog who has never had an accident in our house). He does not mount; rather, he stands behind Dante and makes humping movements.

Quite literally, he becomes another dog.

Seeing the two of them interact is quite a sight to behold. While Dante loves people, he hates other dogs. Comang holds no exception. Growling, snapping, and mounting ensues. After some time, Dante gives up and tries his best to run and hide.

This past Thanksgiving, my sister and Dante stayed with us for an entire day and night. The holiday certainly became a memorable one due to these dogs…especially when Dante found the perfect hiding spot.

Curiously, Comang is fine with other dogs. It is only Dante that brings out this frenzy from within, leading my sister to inquire: “Dante, why are you so sexy?”

I hope everyone’s Thanksgiving was a better one than Dante’s!

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Dec 1, 2009  •  In Personal

“When you first came here I thought you would be hopeless. But you’re a natural.”

I have never shot a gun before.
Not because I am against guns,
but because I am afraid that
I will like it too much,
à la Carolyn Burnham
of American Beauty.

Also, klutzes and guns do not mix well.

That is why I choose to stick to the piano, writing, and books.

Have YOU ever shot a firearm?

 

(And for those of you who are thinking, “This is it — she’s gone off the deep end!”, calm your horses. I only had this thought after looking into methods of de-stressing and recalled that episode of HIMYM where Marshall was able to find some relief from being dumped, albeit temporarily, by visiting a shooting range with Robin. Yes, I allow cheesy sitcoms to influence my decisions. You can judge me on that instead.)

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Nov 30, 2009  •  In Christianity, Relationships

Would You Choose Your Spouse or Child?

A New Zealand man was forced to make a terrible choice when his wife and son were trapped in a sinking car. He chose to save his wife, and their 13 year old son drowned.

Man had to choose: save wife or son

In the months prior to our wedding, J and I attended weekly pre-marital counseling sessions with our pastor. We actually covered this topic one week, and I was surprised to see that there is a Christian answer to this question.

Who would you choose if you were in this situation? What would you say the Christian answer is?

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Nov 28, 2009  •  In Art/Design, Geek, Home, Wishlist

Photoshop Magnet Kit

The handmade version may have more clout, but here’s one for the rest of us:

The only thing I can suggest is that they add a cursor (and perhaps a spinning Mac ball to make it super-realistic).

Get your own at ThinkGeek.

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Nov 28, 2009  •  In Personal

Shiny Happy People Piss Me Off

Sometimes I fear that there is something dreadfully wrong with me, because happy people piss me off.

Share a rant, and I’ll be there to defend you. Tell a sob story and I’ll run over with tissues. But gush on and on about how fantastic life is? Not only do I find you boring, I’ll eventually come to see you as an annoying scab whose very sight makes me want to vomit.

“Seeing you so happy makes me unhappy.”

I like to think that I’m a good person. I obey the law, practice good manners, and have high morals. So why can’t I stand these happy people?

Some call these people “refreshing” and “delightful.” I call them “tiring,” because spending an entire day with them really drains me of my own energy.

Admit it — you know these people too. People whose pure exuberance fills them with bouncy joy day in and day out. People whose Facebook statuses are only updated with feel-good messages. People who act like Jehovah’s Witnesses on crack.

On one hand, you question their sincerity and genuinity. No one can be that happy, you think. You look for a chink in their armor. You tell them that horrifyingly tragic story of the 12-year-old girl with no legs forced to turn tricks in order to pay for her brother’s open-heart surgery because the people of their village kicked them out on the streets for having a funny-sounding last name. Yes, THAT ONE which can bring any optimist to question, “What has the world gone to?” Except THIS person who responds with a hug and the perfect thing to say in this situation (which even I can’t dream up), in addition to the plans for a foundation dedicated to helping this poor girl and her brother, and all others like them.

The fact of the matter is that the world NEEDS people like this just like it needs its villains. And I can’t fault them for who they are, just as I can’t discriminate against people who like their coffee black, because that’s just how they were wired.

So for the time being, I will silently seethe, trying my very darndest not to jump up from my seat, grab ahold of their arms, and shake them while screaming, “STOP BEING SO HAPPY!”

Anyone care to join me?

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Nov 24, 2009  •  In Blogging, Facebook, Personal, Twitter, Web

On Oversharing, Part 2

As if the first time around wasn’t bad enough…

Lately I have been confronted by friends and family who asked me not to share so much online, FOR MY OWN GOOD.

The “inappropriateness” of my blog (and what I choose to share on Facebook and Twitter) was not only limited to the pregnancy and miscarriage, but extended to all aspects of my life. My relationship with J. My struggle with depression. So on and so forth.

I know that they are concerned on my behalf and only voicing their opinions because they care. But I could not help but be angered.

It may seem like I overshare, but believe me, there are A LOT worse things that I have chosen to censor. With every stroke of my keyboard that becomes public on the web, I am careful not to hurt or offend my friends and family.

“Sure, you may not be hurting us directly. But can’t you see that when you hurt, we hurt?”

This is a valid argument. However, please be assured that I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. If anything, blogging is therapeutic and helps me get through those rough patches.

As for my future children reading this blog? I want them to read it! I want to them see what their mom was like, how she lived her life, and what the world was like through her eyes. Will they be embarassed or ashamed of me? That is a possibility, yes. But what child isn’t at one point in their lives? I would rather that they know the full, real ME.

Perhaps wearing my emotions on my sleeve for all to gawk at is a reaction to having been raised in a culture where showing only your best face to the public is held in such importance. My parents hardly talk about their lives, and even now, they choose to keep things from me and my sister. Do you know how sad it is to feel like you do not know your own mother and father?

This blog has not reached a status to have started receiving hatemail. However, whenever I get good feedback the following four words are always included:

“I love your honesty.”

You know what? I love my honesty too. Sometimes it can come across as being blunt. Something my candor can seem offensive, or even inappropriate. But if I can’t be honest to myself (because this blog is an extension of myself), who can I be honest to?

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Nov 23, 2009  •  In Personal

Gobble, Gobble

Posting will be light this week as I spend time with family.

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