Tuesday, June 03, 2003

The creepiest thing in this week's New Yorker isn't the article on Gertrude Stein that has Michael Magee all in a huff. It's the moment in the article on movie remake maven Roy Lee in which he's described has having been "self-conscious about his appearance" as a child ("another boy, in high school, would tug down the folds of his eyes and chant, 'I dropped a bomb on you!'")--as if being Asian American were like having an embarrassing elementary-school haircut.

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