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Not convinced you should be voting on November 2′s midterm elections? After all, we’re not voting for the President, right? Right?
Not to be a dick or anything, but if you’re sleeping through this election cycle, WAKE UP. These promise to be some of the most pivotal elections in modern history, and if you haven’t noticed, times in this country are not good. No matter where you stand on the issues, you will be feeling the impact of these votes, so for the love of Pete, get involved. You don’t want to wake up on November 3 pissed off at the world when you should be pissed at yourself.
Don’t know who to vote for? Try the simple Glassbooth quiz to find out which candidates most closely align with your beliefs.
And if you can’t summon the energy to vote, let our friend Beau Sia take a crack at convincing you:
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One of the reasons my father raised the girls in my family to be such sassy broads is that his mother was not one. Raised in northern Vietnam, my paternal grandmother was an extremely passive woman. Throughout her marriage to my rough, domineering grandfather, she dealt with pain, fear and anger with one tool: silence.
The Center for the Pacific Asian Family provides a multi-lingual 24-hour call center, emergency shelter, transitional housing program, counseling services and community outreach programs that focuses on the needs of victims of domestic violence and sexual assault in the Los Angeles area.
To sum up: they help break the silence surrounding violence, for women not unlike my grandma (and maybe yours)–by being just a phone call away.
Here’s the lowdown: The economy shat on CPAF this year. Their budget was cut in half. This won’t affect their commitment to the mission, but it does change their ability to staff all of the people with all of those language abilities 24 hours a day.
What if somebody decides to break their silence and give a call, but there’s nobody to pick up the phone? That’s a scene I don’t want to even think about.
The reason I’m telling you all of this is because CPAF is now part of a major Chase Community Giving Contest on Facebook, and having soared through the first round, is currently in the running for a $1 million grant. We joined a bunch of peeps (from Lisa Ling to Sandra Oh to David Choi to Beau Sia) in a PSA campaign to promote this phase of the contest.
Note: the voting period only lasts for ONE WEEK, January 15 – January 22.
This weekend, one man will be crowned as 2009′s Mr. Hyphen!!!
The festivities sum up as such:
While structured like a pageant with rounds of talent, fashion and Q&A, Mr. Hyphen turns stereotypes on their heads in front of a sold-out crowd. Striking a blow for equal-opportunity all-in-good-fun ogling, Mr. Hyphen is an energy-filled evening of fun and charity. Rounds will be decided alternately by an audience vote and by an illustrious panel of judges. The man who is crowned Mr. Hyphen wins a $1,000 cash donation to his nonprofit organization.
If you’re in the Bay Area, ‘twould be downright sad for you to miss the parade of hotness! Especially since you can swing the vote! So here’s the info:
Saturday, November 14, 7 – 10pm
Oakland Asian Cultural Center (Pacific Renaissance Plaza, second floor)
388 9th Street, Suite 290
Oakland, CA 94607
Buy Advance tickets here (available until 4pm, November 13): $15
Buy tickets at the door: $20
5. Lewiston, Maine
4. Those asshole lobsters
3. Really cold winters
2. Super lame self-referential terms like “Mainers” and “Maine-iacs”
1. November 3, 2009, the day Maine voters rejected a state law that would allow same-sex couples to marry, just six months after the measure was passed by state legislature and signed by the governor.
Um… can somebody say, “EPIC FAIL, YOU DUMBASS MAINE-IACS?”
In a week when we felt ashamed to be Californian because of our Supreme Court’s ruling on gay marriage, there was one grace note: Fairfax High School, which is right down the street from where I live, elected its first openly gay male Prom Queen. His name is Sergio Garcia, he has meticulously-tweezed brows, and he knows how to work his skinny jeans.
Although his running for Queen began as a stunt, Sergio soon realized that it was the title that really suited him. In a speech he made to the senior class before the prom, he said, “I will be wearing a suit, but don’t be fooled, deep down inside, I am a queen!” Senior class president Vanessa Lo told the LA Times that many students, herself included, were won over by that speech when they realized Sergio wasn’t just doing this for attention.
“It just goes to show how open-minded our class is,” Lo said.
Indeed. Now keep those minds open, kids, and don’t forget to use the power of your vote again in 2010, when the fate of many many more queens will be up to you.
Everyone is all kinds of excited about the fact that there’s now a Vietnamese-American dude rocking the U.S. House of Representatives, for the 2nd Congressional District of Louisiana (It’s no wonder–consider it a super-unlikely opportunity for Reprzentasian in that District if you aren’t experienced, Black or a Democrat).
Anh “Joseph” Cao is my peeps’ first Reprzentative, and that isn’t nothing! In fact, for my grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles, I’m sure that achievement alone would be enough for us all to claim bragging rights and call it a year. Incidentally, I think it’s a bit of a mixed bag–a little bit of good news, and a little bit of bad.
Cao is the first Vietnamese-American elected to the House! Woot! We all love to be the first! ✓…that’s GOOD!
As a nominee, Cao received endorsements from Christian right PACs, Bobby Jindal, and Pat Boone. Umm… X…that’s BAD!
Because of Cao, lots of people have been forced to read/speak/say/smell/spell the word “Vietnamese” in national headlines. Are we here? YES! To stay? FUCK YES! ✓…that’s GOOD!
Like my Aunt “Tracy,” Cao has adopted an “American” name in “Quotations” so that people can refer to him more easily. What’s wrong with the name Anh? My sister’s name is Anh. It’s a hot name! Hotter than Tracy, at least. X…that’s BAD!
Cao is a Republican, although that’s not inherently bad (I guess)–in fact he considers himself a political centrist, running last year in 2007 as an Independent, and shape-shifting just before this election as a strategic move to crush his veteran incumbent Dem opponent. The fact that he’s a Republican? Kind of a bummer. Late-game party-changing? Not great. But the fact that he admittedly capitalized off of low voter turnout–the result of voter fatigue in an election postponed a month by Hurricane Gustav… that ol’ politics kinda gives us the creepy tingles. X…that’s BAD!
Cao was accused of resorting to negative advertising, and at the very least benefited from PAC-produced negative ads, all seemingly deployed to discourage and disenfranchise African-American voters. X…that’s BAD!
Cao has dedicated himself to multiple efforts aiding Vietnamese refugees, and aims to further Vietnam as a peaceful, Democratic state. ✓…that’s GOOD!
Cao is a dedicated church-goer, which gives his life structure and meaning. ✓…that’s GOOD!
He’s a devout Catholic, who cites religious reasons for his party choice, and–more importantly–adamantly opposes abortion. X…that’s BAD!
The man is cute as a button (see photo above) and reminds us of a little, very friendly muppet, or Los Angeles sushi Chef Saito (also cute as a button). ✓…that’s GOOD!
Cao’s Vietnamese heritage combined with his Houston, Texas upbringing basically make him a life meld of Jen and Diana… ✓…that’s GOOD!
But doesn’t that fact automatically make him DISGRASIAN? X…that’s BAD!
I suppose only time will tell.
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I swear that the person they’re talking about in this video is that other motherfucking, cocksucking lazy fuck who couldn’t get out of bed in time to vote named Jen Wang, and not me:
Thank you, Ashley!
When Jen and I found out that Tila Tequila had RSVP’d for last night’s celebration of Declare Yourself’s voter registration efforts, we knew we couldn’t miss a minute of it. Tila Tequila and DISGRASIAN at the same party? Unlikely (although DISGRASIAN and Patrón tequila at the same fete is actually quite common) but, it seemed, fateful–what a wonderful opportunity to
jump the bitch explain to her kindly why we think most of her behavior is pretty fuckin’ disgraceful.
So we showed up.
Had some drinks. Talked to some people. And waited some more.
Saw a crazy-lookin’ chick with huge tatas and blonde hair and a tight red dress. We squealed because she’d arrived looking beautiful and much classier than usual! Sadly, we were wrong–it was actually the girl from Danity Kane:
Drat. The wait went on. We discussed our approach: Should we lure her with red plastic cups? Should we tell her that a bukkake ring was forming in the next room? Should we punch her in the boob to get her attention?
We waited some more.
Met some cool people at the party. Reminded each other that we weren’t waiting for cool people, we were waiting for Tila.
We waited and waited and waited. And got a little distracted, but in the back of our minds, continued to wait.
Closed out the party, and realized: THE HO NEVER SHOWED.
Tila Tequila must hate voting, right? Because she didn’t come (first time anybody’s said that in long time!) and we never got the chance to
punch her in the boob befriend her.
I know what you’re thinking: maybe she was busy! But y’all, she’s TILA TEQUILA. Homegirl was NOT BUSY.
We believe that the people have spoken–and we find him adorable one way or another–but for shits and giggles, check out fame watcher‘s take on the matter. !!!!!!
And, if you still can’t get enough of Mark Kanemura, pop ‘n’ lock on down to YouTube, where Mark has his very own channel of non-SYTYCD dance performances.
PerezHilton.com just reported that Heidi Montag, who will turn 22 this year, joined her douchebag boyfriend Spencer Pratt at the DMV… and finally registered to vote! Wow! We’re so impressed we could justzzZZZzZzZzzzz…
zzzZzzZZzzurpOH! Um. Good… job? Sure, you should have done this four years ago, but who’s counting?
Senators Clinton and Obama were both featured in separate interviews on 60 minutes last night, each staking their respective claim for the Democratic presidential nominasian.
I’ve actually been leafing through Op-Ed piece after Op-Ed piece since Super Tuesday last week, trying to nail down the definitive reason for a whopping 75% of the Asian vote in the highly influential state of California going to Hillary. Everyone’s got their theory–whether it be that Asians follow community leaders, or tend to vote for people with frown lines like their grandma’s.
But I think Couric really got to the bottom of it all during the interview last night, while digging into the Senator’s Hardass upbringing:
“President Clinton described your dad, I believe at his funeral, as tough and gruff?” Couric asked. “And I know I’ve read that when you brought home stellar grades, instead of praising you, he’s [sic] say, ‘You must be going to an easy school.’ … That must have been so demoralizing.”
“He really wanted to motivate me. And it worked,” Clinton said. “You know, it really did. He would say, ‘You can do better. You can do better. Keep going. You can do better.’”
“Do you think he’d still be saying, ‘You can do better’?” Couric asked.
“Probably,” Clinton replied.
At long last, we’ve found the answer! Asian voters can smell Hardass Asian Parenting from a mile away. Ergo, the Super Tuesday vote one of solidarity, like thousands of unified Asian-American voices saying, “Hey Hill, our dads didn’t hug us either.”
Like so many other voters yesterday, I decided who to choose at the last minute. Even while standing in line at my neighborhood polling place, which was set up at the gay-friendly Episcopal church down the street, I was still undecided. My kooky neighbors–who were either volunteering or voting–distracted me from my sweaty palms and shortness of breath with gossip about our block, chitchat about the writers’ strike ending, and their frizzy, hippie hairstyles.
So who, in the end, did I vote for?
I voted for this guy:
…twenty-four years ago. I was in junior high then and taking Texas History, a requirement by state law. From the start, I was having a tough year. I had flat hair and an even flatter chest. I had to lobby my mother to get a bra just so I wouldn’t get weird looks in the locker room after gym class, and I wasn’t allowed to wear makeup. The boy I had a crush on (who was Muslim and is now, apparently, a Christian minister) had a pet name for me: “Snake Eyes.” The highlight of that very awkward year was my getting…braces. I actually thought that I looked prettier with a mouth full of metal.
Texas History was basically a propaganda class, and what I learned in a year could be distilled down to this: Those Dirty Mexicans tried to steal Texas away from Us, but We sure showed Them. I remember doing a skit about the quote-unquote Texas Revolution for that class where I played a Mexican soldier, naturally, in General Santa Ana’s army (who led the charge on the Alamo). I had one line and it was “Holy Guacamole,” spoken, naturally, with a Taco Bell accent.
During that year, our class took a few breaks from Mexican-bashing to study things of a broader interest, like the 1984 presidential race, during which former-VP-under-Carter, Walter Mondale, ran against the incumbent Reagan. My teacher even held a mock Election Day.
My parents weren’t U.S. citizens at the time, but they had distinct political views, nonetheless, that I had absorbed. Our first pet was a cat named “Jimmy,” after Carter. We had almost called him “Jesse,” after Jackson. We didn’t like Reagan, and we mockingly referred to him as “Ronnie” in my house. I knew, even at that age, that I was a Democrat.
Mock Election Day in 1984 was exciting. Geraldine Ferraro, Mondale’s running mate, was the first woman ever on a presidential ballot. She looked tough and mean, and I dug her. I thought the race might be a close one. I’m not sure where I got that notion, since my only sources of information then were Time magazine and the evening news.
My junior high was being renovated that year, so class sizes doubled with the diminished amount of rooms. Our classroom consisted of two small rooms put together, and half of the class faced the other, with the teacher’s desk in the middle. I forget the exact number of students in my class, but let’s just say that there were about forty of us. When the votes were tallied on mock Election Day, 39 of my fellow students had voted for Reagan and only one for Mondale.
It was a landslide that mirrored the real election, where Reagan carried 49 out of 50 states. Only Mondale’s home state of Minnesota and D.C. reprzented for “the other side.” Ouch.
Speaking of ouch, after my teacher announced the winner, the boys in Texas History wanted to know who the fuck had voted for Mondale. They vowed to kick that faggot’s ass. They quickly came up with a list of suspects; number one on that list was Troy, the lone male flute player at our school. The rest of the period disintegrated into angry chatter and threat-making. Dissent was our enemy. Dissent was for fags. Dissent had to, therefore, be crushed.
I never told a soul that I was the one until long after high school. It felt at the time like a secret I’d take to my grave. A few years ago, I published a short story based on that experience. And now I’ve told you. If there’s one moment from my childhood that best illustrates the difference between where I come from and where I am today, that’s it.
Dissent is what’s made the 2008 race exciting and unique. I hope we can continue to figure out who we are and how we want to be represented without knocking each other down in the process.