The Last Samurai

When I last visited my mother, she noticed how I loved to read the old issues of The New York Times Magazine that still lay around the house. Since then, my mother has been lovingly mailing me 3 or 4 of her old issues at a time once a month, so that I can read them on my commute. She’s the best.

On the final page of the June 8, 2008 architecture issue, I came across its Lives article Urban Seoul by Gabe Hudson. There were so many ways in which this piece was… well… shit. I expect the editors of The New York Times to be more discerning and cognisant of diverse perspectives than to publish this kind of “Last Samurai” crap.

I congratulate you, Mr. Hudson, on being able to stomach a little spicy food and having a miniskirt-wearing fashion slave girlfriend, but you’ll never need to rescue me from a “fellow American.” And you will never belong.