Okay, I should have posted this earlier but I keep putting it off, with excuses of work, family obligations, school volunteering. The truth is: I have had to work at consciously swallowing my indoctrinated Asian faux-humility… to try the art of guilt-less self promotion.
My essay Dirty House, Clean Conscience is published in a new book called Lavanderia: A Mixed Load of Women, Wash and Word published by San Diego City Works Press. What’s it all about? Poetry, stories and essays from women of different backgrounds, ethnicities and walks of life — all doing the dirty work that has to be done.
The fantasy of a clean house leaves one Asian American woman feeling all dirty inside.
Got your attention? My piece isn’t as sexy as the tag would imply (although several other authors have contributed accounts of extremely, um, exciting trips to the laundromat). Mine is more a meeting of late 20th century second generation Taiwanese American trying to figure out her way in society fed “Ancient Chinese secret” detergent commercials, all the while navigating tricky relationships with the new generation of immigrants doing other people’s dirty work.