Minimalist, Not Asian

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I'm not a self-hating Asian, though I've been accused of it countless times. I just don't like Asian-themed things. Bamboo, Shoji screens, paper lanterns, black lacquer furniture with storks carved in abalone shell, jade ... no thanks.

In fact, I only bought chopsticks a couple days ago, and only because Arnon insisted on it.

So if you come over to our house, you will see that the only Asian-y thing in the house (other than the new chopsticks) is me.

Or so I had hoped.

Recently, my mom came over and immediately commented that she loved the Asian-style dining stools. What?!? Those dining stools aren't Asian!

Then a neighbor asked me, after I gave her a tour of the house, if I was going for an Asian theme in the kitchen? Um, NO!

Then Richard came over for dinner a couple weeks ago and said that he liked the Asian feel of the plates and accessories I had set out for dinner.

Over the weekend, I had Richard and Jason over for dinner, and I was complaining to Jason about how people are misconstruing my stuff as being Asian. Jason politely pointed out to me that my stuff is in fact quite Asian-y.

How could this have happened? How could I hate Asian-themed things and yet spend my own money buying them? It's all so absurd.

I was definitely going for a look, but that look was minimalist, not Asian.