The Feminist Steak: Recipe Included

Meat-eating sounds not-so-feminist, huh? No. Eating a steak is about self-love. I will tell you why.

Recipe:

A Steak by your choice

A PMS appetite and a partner who would share half of your housework (optional, just to achieve the best result)

Olive oil (save some for your hair)

Salt (the tears of your enemies, not yours)

Pepper (don’t be afraid to be hot)

Direction:

Season the steak with peppers and salt generously (for real; salt and peppers cost very little that you should take this step seriously, shake it hard, girl)

Brown the steak with olive oil on a pan; 3-5 minutes each side until desired results achieved (usually no more than 25 minutes for beef steak)

Why eating steaks is feminist?

Simple. It’s delicious. It can make a woman happy and healthy. If you happened to find a good steak and feel it melted in your mouth, it feels better than sex —- well, let’s face it, sex to many women just means faking orgasm in bed. The pleasure of eating steaks is so private, genuine, and real.

The chunk you suck between your sexy lips would seduce you to crush it, to chew on it. The meaty juice would splash when you grind it, all at your own pace. The juice is thin and crispy, never too sticky or heavy. At this point, you would want to swallow it to make the chunk entirely yours.

Beef steaks have a lot of iron and nutrients. A lot of us women lost so much blood every month. We have to replenish what we lost. Of course, there are many ways to be healthy. But I highly recommend a delicious one.

Tokyo Fiancée Movie Review

Director: Stefan Liberski 2014

“Tokyo Fiancée” is an interracial love story about how we failed to truly love the exotic others. The interesting thing is, this time the woman is the white person. My feeing is, it is a metaphor of how many of us can be at most engaged but not married to a new, foreign culture.

A Japanese-born young Belgian woman taught French lessons in Tokyo and fell in love with her student, a Japanese man who loves French (and perhaps some Belgian) culture and runs an all-man French Fanatics society. The story is simple and somehow typical: the interracial couple failed to go beyond their cultural assumptions about each other to build trust. They like each other, but the other is always the exotic other as if their love is inevitably screened through their cultural lens. At the end, the guy forced his fiancée to go back to Europe amidst the tsunami, though she insisted to stay. For her, this means that she was not accepted as a Japanese. They never saw each other since then, and the guy eventually married a real “French” woman. And the woman, who aspired to become a Japanese writer, is also forever engaged but not married to her Japanese home.

Pretty, touching, light. I especially enjoy the woman’s perspective. Some stereotypes are exaggerated but it’s exactly the woman’s fantasy about Japanese men.