Korean Soaps

#88: The Case for Korean Men

I wonder if he thinks his moustache compensates for his lack of character.

I am left to muse on the useless and the unrelated because the 2nd disc of the Korean telenovela I'm watching refuses to work. (Count how many "use's" there are in that sentence.) So is Charlie's crime justified by his overwhelming love for Jodie? Can one say Cholo's love is less because it's not more than Charlie's? Can a guy really hang on for 10 years (or more?) to wait for the one he has loved all his life? Really? Even when there is a low-hanging fruit nearby? Are these things worth watching at all? I suppose, to get a good cry. And to wonder how it feels to be loved like Jodie. Or at least to wonder if such a thing is realistic.

My mom is a fan of Korean men. Or at least of Korean male lead characters. She wants a Korean man for me. (Or at least a male lead character who loves like the lead characters in Korean soap operas.) Our maid wants to be a Korean when she grows up. Silly girl. So we fight over who gets Cholo. She thinks he'll choose her because she knows how to wash cars properly. I have better teeth. But I'm sure he'll choose Jodie. Forever.

I have nothing against Koreans. Or Chinese. Or Asians in general. I just like to see the other person's eyes. Will toothpicks at the sides help widen them? Or should we use transparent tape to glue the lids closer to the forehead? (Just like those insta-facelift kits they used to sell in Home TV Shopping.)

I'm sure they wouldn't want me either. Have you seen the skin of Korean women? Flawless. That's what Othello was pertaining to when he said, "skin as white as alabaster." And they don't have pores. They sweat through their nostrils. (I guess.)

I am Mocha Frap brown and will never be used to saying "Umpa!" without snickering. (Plus my nose is too small to allow massive sweat to pass through. No, I don't plan to buy Cleopatra's instant noselift via spring-insertion system from Home TV Shopping either.) And I can't cry as much. Or be as weak. Or die in the end of some disease which I won't tell the world about until I practically have to be fed intravenously. (Yes, that's how all Korean leading ladies are: they cry a lot then they die.)

I just want my disc 2 to work. Is that too much to ask? Or do I need to cry now?

P.S.
The first line is not connected to the post. I was just wondering why evil continues to exist in the form of some moustached men.