To celebrate this month, we reached out to our AANHPI community for insider guides to some of their favorite neighborhoods across the US, often places they grew up in or spent their childhoods exploring. Here’s a look at their go-to places to eat, shop, and stroll—and why these neighborhoods mean so much to them.
My immigrant mother’s love language was not hugging and kissing, but rather cutting mangoes into neat cubes and plating it neatly for us, while she scraped the remaining fruit off the pit with her teeth for herself. As Sae-ri observes, “The American marriage is talking and hugging. But that is not the Korean marriage. The Korean marriage is — what. It is one day after the other. It is the breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
Like most children of self-employed immigrants, I didn’t have health insurance, so I was amassing a massive debt in hospital bills and medication … No one seemed to be truly listening, just switching my medication and raising the dosage. I lost faith again, this time in psychiatry.
Immediately swipe left on pictures of non-Asian men wearing conical hats in China. However, if your otherwise “normal” date begins to wax philosophic about their travels in Asia to impress you, they may be harboring Western imperialistic ideals — bonus points for a white savior complex.