The Joy of Being a Bad Asian

What is it like to be Asian American when you’re invisible within it?

Illustrations courtesy of the author

I am a huge disappointment to my parents. There, I said it. But it’s not because I didn’t become a lawyer or a doctor, an accountant, a pharmacist, nurse — heck, not even a dental assistant — after university. And it’s not because I’ve dyed my hair every neon shade and pierced a few places, or…