I wish I could show this to my younger self. How the culture I liked in secret, the one I shoved into the darkest corners of my brain when with myAt the same time, there’s a part of me that’s irrationally frustrated and annoyed at how easy it’s all become — and how alone I still feel even though more non-Asian friends message me about their latest K-drama addiction than at any other point in my life.
In ye olden days, I used to have to go to a dingy mall basement in Flushing, New York, and rent bootleg DVDs from a dodgy grandpa. I’d watch episodes of a drama while visiting family on summer vacations. When I came back home, I’d have to scour the internet for episodes cut into a million parts in potato-quality resolution just to find out what happened.