Ten years later, I’ve learned a lot about being Filipino-American. I’ve discovered that Filipinos are the second-largest Asian-American group (just after Chinese-Americans) and are the second-largest immigrant population (just after Mexican-Americans). I’ve also learned about the issues affecting our community, like the fact that American-born Filipinos don’t go to college or graduate school as much as their immigrant counterparts, or that Filipinos tend to have higher rates of depression than other Asian-Americans and the general population, yet are less likely to seek mental health treatment.
Perhaps Filipino-Americans don’t attend college or graduate school because they are stereotyped or discouraged by their teachers and counselors, paralleling what my friends and I experienced in high school. Perhaps Filipino-Americans have higher levels of depression and seek mental health help less often because, much like how my parents taught me how to deal with discrimination, we try to not talk about our hardships or negative life experiences.
I’ve also learned that, because the Philippines has a unique colonial history, it’s hard for people to place us racially. We Filipinos have brown skin like other Southeast Asians and Pacific Islanders; some are even misidentified as black. Because of Spanish colonization, we tend to have Spanish last names and majority of us are (or at least were raised) Catholic, so we’re sometimes mistaken for Latinos. The U.S. also colonized the Philippines for almost 50 years, so most Filipinos, including those in the Philippines, are fluent in English.
Perhaps this is why Filipino-Americans experience so many different types of microaggressions. In my research, I’ve found that Filipino-Americans deal with microaggressions similar to those experienced by other Asian-American groups, like being stereotyped as exotic, a “model minority,” or a perpetual foreigner. However, Filipino-Americans also encounter microaggressions often encountered by African-Americans and Latinos, like being assumed to be dangerous or intellectually inferior.
I’ve also studied how concepts like colonial mentality and ethnic identity affect mental health. Colonial mentality is the idea that people from colonized places tend to view values and standards of beauty of the colonizer as good, while viewing those of the indigenous as being bad. For instance, Filipinos tend to view those with light skin as more beautiful or attractive, and those who speak English without Filipino accents as smarter or more sophisticated. Perhaps this is the reason why so many Filipino-Americans, including me, were never taught by our parents to speak their native language.
The first line made me laugh so hard. The last verse clutched at my heart.
Behind the graffiti covered school building, the profile of a quiet guy
The deserted club room, and the landing of the stairs
No one was there when the chime sounded off after school
Were you guys aware of the existence of Ladybaby yet?
Because I think you need to know about Ladybaby.
Ladybaby is the combination of J-pop and death metal that you never knew you wanted.
I need an anime about this. Yesterday.
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(1964) “Sacré Charlemagne” by France Gall
Qui a eu cette idée folleWho had this crazy idea Un jour, d'inventer l'école? To invent the school one day? Qui a eu cette idée folle Who had this crazy idea Un jour, d'inventer l'école? To invent the school one day? C'est… ce… sacré Charlemagne It’s… this… sacred Charlemagne Sacré Charlemagne! Sacred Charlemagne!
De nous laisser dans la vie Allow us to live Que les dimanches, les jeudis On Thursdays as on Sundays De nous laisser dans la vie Allow us to live Que les dimanches, les jeudis On Thursdays as on Sundays C'est… ce… sacré Charlemagne It’s… this… sacred Charlemagne Sacred Charlemagne! Sacré Charlemagne!
ATE AN ENTIRE FUCKING LEMON. HE DIDN’T SQUEEZE IT OUT ONTO ANYTHING. HE DIDN’T CUT IT INTO PIECES. HE DIDN’T EVEN SKIN IT. HE JUST STUFFED THE ENTIRE LEMON INTO HIS MOUTH AND SWALLOWED. I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING SO HORRIBLE IN MY LIFE