Joy is not something I’ve carried naturally.
In pretty much every K-pop group, there is the designated One From America.
To be a K-pop fan is to bear witness to a whole lot of dumb shit.
This is From a K-pop Fan, With Love, a column by Giaae Kwon about her K-pop obsessions, past and present. When I’m barely twenty years old, I go to a friend’s house for an impromptu reunion. I haven’t kept in touch with most of the people from my high school youth group, so I wander […]
Giaae Kwon on Taeyeon, living with depression and suicidal thinking, and how she cares for herself by caring for others—including GomSom, her beloved dogs.
I knew my body wasn’t ‘right’; it didn’t look like the bodies of the K-pop idols and Korean actresses I grew up admiring.
My obsession with the group was the first step I took away from the life prescribed to me as the Korean American daughter of devout Christian parents.
Eunjo Park, the executive chef at Momofuku’s Kawi, is cooking her way through it. Her food is a reminder that it’s okay not to be one-hundred percent anything.