consuming

eyes: Miracle Creek by Angie Kim, Know My Name by Chanel Miller, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman, Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie

more eyes: ethnic erasure in influencer food, single mothers by choice, roti canai, Frances Arnold’s wikipedia page, the cost of daycare

ears: Did It to Myself by Orla Gartland, The End of the World by Skeeter Davis, Reason to Believe by the Carpenters, La Di Da by The Internet, Disco Yes by Tom Misch, Eternal Light by the Free Nationals

even more eyes?: books turned into tv mini series: Looking for Alaska, Normal People. I am convinced that this is the best way to take words to the screen.

vocab

fecklessness: worthlessness, ineptitude, weakness

opprobrium: public disgrace or contempt after a shameful action

vertiginously: producing vertigo, changing quickly

vainglorious: excessively prideful

source: Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie

angry

(originally published here)

Raging feminist thoughts from my purple bedroom (a bit of a book review, a bit of an improperly sourced essay, way too long to be a blog post but here we go anyway).

I am angry. I just finished reading Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 by Cho Nam-Joo. A novella that reads almost like an exposé, interspersed with statistics like South Korea’s 63% gender pay gap, Cho details the life of a single Korean woman from birth into motherhood. I found myself noting down the countless small moments of sexism Jiyoung experiences, empathizing, then chiding myself for elevating my small struggles. Among the “microaggressions” Cho describes, we see sexual harassment on a bus, teachers lifting girls’s skirts at school, a hidden camera in a women’s bathroom, favoritism of Jiyoung’s younger brother, and an abortion because Jiyoung’s mother can’t bear the embarrassment of having a third daughter instead of a son.

Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 was published in 2016 in Korea, a couple months after a man stabbed to death a woman in a public restroom. He had never met this woman before. He claimed he committed the murder because he hated women and because he hated being ignored by women. In the wake of this hate crime and the printing of this book emerged the Korean #MeToo movement. Actresses, business execs, and students began to come forward with their stories. But while the movement sent a couple famous men to jail, Korean singers and actresses who voiced their support or even mentioned the book Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 were “cancelled” on social media, and widespread backlash arose. Feminism is a bad word in Korea. Feminism is a bad word, period.

(A related NYT article: A Common Trait Among Mass Killers: Hatred Toward Women)

Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 is written in unadorned prose; it is a book on a mission. I urge you to not be deterred by the blunt writing and the sometimes stilted translation. It is a short book and it is well worth the read. When I heard that this book helped fuel the flames of the #MeToo movement in Korea, I expected a story of sexual assault. There is no blazing climax here; instead, layer upon layer upon layer of the common injustices of the everyday build up to outline the everyday struggle of the everyday woman.

Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 tells the story of a woman in present-day Korea, a country that is thriving economically but steeped in a tradition of misogyny. There are many moments in Cho’s novel that feel familiar to me as a Korean-American woman and in the stories my mother has told me. But there are also moments that feel much farther from my life: the numbering of boys ahead of girls in school, the cameras, the way wives call their husbands “oppa” (older brother), the abortion, the pain of pregnancy, the mother quitting her job to take care of her child. Perhaps not so far.

I wonder, as Cho appears to wonder as well, whether a man can read this book and understand even half of the struggles Jiyoung goes through, can see the underlying tradition and sexist institution that underlies each of her actions. Perhaps it all just feels normal.


I also recently read Making Motherhood Work by Caitlyn Collins, a book that investigates the lives of middle-class women in Sweden, Germany, and Italy.

In Sweden, women are happy and successful in combining a career and motherhood. Families are given 16 months of paid parental leave meant to be divided evenly, with 3 months specified for each parent that cannot be used by the other parent. The term “working mother” is unknown because there are no “stay-at-home” mothers. Childcare is universal and highly valued. The state has idealized gender equality through social policy and cultural norms have changed within a generation.

I read this and was amazed.

Then I read the section on the United States. Many of the women interviewed broke down into tears while describing the difficulties they’d faced over the years.  The United States doesn’t even have any sort of work-family policy or paid parental leave (for mothers or fathers!), and even vacation and sick days are not required; ideologies of the “ideal worker” compete with the model of intensive motherhood.

I read this and was depressed. Collins describes how “women’s choices and ambitions are shaped by what they feel is possible” (39). My own dreams were inflated then torn down as I read this book. I want to become a mother and I want to be a chemist, and I have no idea how I will do both in the future. As I read about Sweden I was hopeful. As I read about the United States, I settled into reality. As I read about Korea in Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982, I became angry.

A mother in the United States who went back to work only weeks after giving birth told Collins, “Before I had children, the message that I received was, “I am woman, hear me roar. You can do everything. You can be at the top if you put your mind to it… Load of crap. I am awesome, and I can’t do everything. If I keep all the balls in the air, I’m broken. What’s going to fail is my health. While I was doing all that, I was also suffering debilitating migraines. I’ve talked to so many friends in a similar position and we can’t figure out how to do it all at the same time.” (198)

Cho writes, “The world had changed a great deal, but the little rules, contracts and customs had not, which meant the world hadn’t actually changed at all” (119).

Kim Jiyoung quit her job that she enjoyed to become a mother, because of course, because she made less money than her husband, because of the gender pay gap, because even though Korea (and the US) appear to be becoming more gender-neutral, they are not even close to gender-equal. Unlike her mom who worked in factories to put her brothers through college, Jiyoung actually gets to go to college herself and work a professional job, but still, Jiyoung becomes her mother. She is seen as a lazy housewife, even though she wanted to work, even though she spends hours cooking and cleaning and taking care of her daughter.

(A related song: Mama by Raveena)

I know that I’m not a mother and unlikely to become one for a long time. I know I’ll grow up and grow into complacency, cynicism, can things really change? But I am inspired by Sweden’s mothers and fathers, and I am angry for women in Korea and the United States, for women in countries where woman are not allowed to drive and where genital mutilation is still legal. I am angry and I hope to stay angry.


A reading list: Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 by Cho Nam-Joo, Making Motherhood Work by Caitlin Collins, Half the Sky by Sheryl WuDunn and Nicholas Kristoff

Sincerely, Juliet

if a tree falls in the forest…

It’s been a little while since I made this cake, but how could I not give this one to the internet? It’s probably the best thing I’ve ever made. But sadly, I’m too far removed at this point to put effort into writing, so here’s a list of details in case you cared:

– The recipe for this bûche de noël came from the tartine cookbook (one of my absolute faves), although tartine’s logs from this past christmas look quite different from my own whimsical nature-y creation.

– There are two particularly genius points to the tartine bûche: 1) the cake is brushed with sweetened coffee for simultaneous flavor and log aesthetics, and 2) the bark of the tree is made using chocolate ganache and slivered almonds to create the perfect texture while also preventing frosting overload.

– As well, of course, we have the meringue mushrooms, which are brought to life by that dusting of cocoa powder. So much tastier than the real stuff.

– My addition to the log came in the form of the marzipan mistletoe, roses, and ivy that grace the log to make it appear fairytale-esque, or at least that was hope. Also the abundance of cocoa dirt/ pistachio foilage/ powdered sugar snow.

And there we have it! The efforts of my 2019 Christmas holiday. An altogether impossible woodsy scene that was almost as yummy as it looked.

Sincerely, Juliet

a vanilla cake

(Written on August 1st, 2019)

Currently I am rather tired. Rather a long day at work with various mistakes and issues with the column I was using to purify my protein.

But yesterday at 10pm I was awake!

I was talking to my mom and was reminded that my little brother’s adoption day is today and spontaneously decided to make a cake. I haven’t baked anything in a while and was practically jumping up and down ready to bake. We were in the city eating dinner with a friend so I wasn’t back home until 10pm.

I have found my new vanilla cake recipe. Thank you Molly Yeh for the inspiration to finally start this blog and for this beautiful and fast recipe- the cake was out of the oven by 11!

This is the recipe I used, but I baked the cake in a half sheet pan, making sure to line the entire bottom with parchment and oil. I find that baking in a sheet pan and then cutting out the right size circles for the cake (which I got from momofuku) is ideal for a college student who owns few cake pans.

I always have trouble with cakes being too dense, but this one is perfect- I think that using only oil (vs. butter) really kept the cake moist. Molly geniusly based the recipe on a chocolate cake, and this is the first homemade vanilla cake I’ve found that will definitely be made again.

I’m also super excited because this recipe doesn’t require a stand mixer (at least the cake part) and is thus super feasible for me to make when I’m back in the dorm.

The frosting is from this recipe for a copycat version of the whole foods chantilly cake. That cake has the lightest, not too sweet, frosting; this recipe came close but I plan to continue to experiment to find my favorite classic frosting.

Yet again, the decorations for this cake were inspired by Molly Yeh (I swear I’m not a stalker). I had some marzipan leftover from the black sesame cream puffs I made earlier this summer and colored it with my fancy Americolor gel food coloring to make some ~muted rainbow~ spheres for the top of the cake.

I also had some extra cake leftover so I made a mini personal cake for my bro- complete with natural sprinkles of course. I must say, this cake-making-experience has inspired me to make more cake in the future! Now that I have a good cake base, I can stop just making chocolate chip cookies all the time.

Sincerely, Juliet

hullo there

If you are reading this, I suppose I decided to make public these random thoughts of mine for the world to read. Who knows why, who even reads blogs anymore (besides me), who knows what this will be.

I’ve thought about starting a blog for a long time now, ever since I started to read blogs like A Cup of Jo, My Name is Yeh, 600 Acres, Joy the Baker. Reading and becoming engrossed in the stories and lives of these bloggers for so many years naturally fed a desire to share my own life- but I never really felt like I had something new to add.

I’m still not sure exactly what I will write about here. Sitting in the lab right now, after reading a particularly nice blog post, here are the things I hope to touch on in this space:

  • food (recipes I love, my own creations, favorite places to eat)
  • chemistry (what I’ve been up to in the lab, cool science things I read about, the chemistry OF food, my school and career path)
  • arts and crafts (painting, lettering, random embroidery, projects and weird things I make)
  • musings (on school, on relationships, on introverting, on God, on overthinking, on things I read/ watch/ listen to, on what the heck is life)

I’m hoping that by writing things down in a possibly public way, I will be more likely to [cook, read, make, think].. because that’s how the internet works. I’m also not very eloquent, and I hope to gradually clarify and refine my thoughts through the practice of writing. I hope to be honest and curious and always growing. This is a journey toward creativity and a documentation of the things I think are important.

sincerely, juliet