How many times have you heard, “A woman makes seventy-four cents on a man’s dollar?” Some people would like everyone to believe that employers are deliberately paying women less for the same work that a man does. This is simply not true. The statistic is being taken out of context in order to push the feminist cause.
Comparing the average male salary with the average female salary without considering context is wrong and misleading in so many ways. If women truly did the same work for less money, all businesses would hire all women employees to cut the extra cost of hiring men. Certain corporations cut costs by hiring undocumented immigrants, or outsource to poorly run, cheaply paid workers overseas. If women did the same amount and quality of work, then these corporations should be hiring more women than men. That has not been the case overall in business, so there must be something wrong with the initial statement that women do the same work for less money.
Upon closer examination, men are more likely to take riskier jobs, jobs during odd hours, and jobs that are further from home for the sake of a higher wage. Women sometimes choose lower paying jobs in order to have more conveniences such as jobs that allow for more time at home, low risk jobs, and jobs that allow for more flexibility. If family and children were taken out of the equation, women can and do in some instances make just as much (if not more) than men [1]. That said, when children are taken out of the equation, are performance quality equal? Not necessarily. In some cases, women without children still take more time off from work than men without children [2]. We can’t blame everything on the kids. Sometimes, it’s actually about the quality of work.
What do you think about this view: male workers have the rights to earn more money because, when comparing men in general to women in general, men actually do more work? Take professional tennis as an example. The Wimbledon Championships have been traditionally the most prestigious tournament in the game of tennis. In 2007, after women players protested for the right to have equal prize money, Wimbledon conceded in giving both the men and women equal prize money. Although the prize equality would make sense in regular tournaments where both men and women play best two out of three sets to decide a match, but in a grand slam match (and in many regular tournament finals) men have to play best three out of five sets while women still play only two out of three. Men matches also account for more fan attendance which means more money for the tournament. Many women players celebrated this new equality and said it was a great movement that would help set the stage for more equality for women everywhere. However, is it fair to offer the same prize for a lesser athletic performance? Now, athletics should not be held to the same scrutiny as the professional sphere, simply because athletics depends on body strength, and males and females are biologically built differently. However, the inequalities in athletics could be used as comparisons to life in the professional sphere.
U.C. Berkeley, Sarah Lawrence College
Raj was born as Rajagopalachari Maraikayar Mukhopadhyay in Madras, capital of the Tamil Nadu province of India. At age 5, he and his family moved to Berkeley, California where he garnered his current nickname of “Raj.”
Raj enjoyed the free-loving nature of Berkeley, California where he spent most of his time reading about the history of social injustice as well as advocating for the legalization of marijuana. His interests also include fighting the man, signing petitions, getting other people to sign petitions, chasing down people to sign petitions, and of course taking long romantic walks on the beach and getting sunbathers to sign petitions.
Raj eventually moved to New York, where he is currently enrolled at Sarah Lawrence College for a Ph.D. in ethnic studies and is officially employed as the South Asian grassroots coordinator for the Obama Presidential Campaign. There in New York City, Raj enjoys organizing big rallies, counter-rallies, counter-counter rallies, and making most of his best friends at rallies. Everything else about his life, according to Raj, “you should Google.”
Hillsdale College
Professor Mao was born as Liu-Ching-Fai Mao in the province of Heilongjiang, China where he grew up dissatisfied with the quasi-communist rule of the People’s Republic of China. While educated in reputable secondary schools in the province, Mao grew tired of the growing influence of liberalism permeating throughout the coastal provinces and cities like Beijing and Shanghai. Thus, with the encouragement of his parents, Mao eventually fled to North Korea where he sought refuge in ultra-conservative values of the one-party state.
After graduating at the top of his class from the University of Pyongyang, Mao decided to instill the issues of conservatism in Amsterdam, Holland. This endeavor proved quite unsuccessful, however, as he was chased down by an angry mob after publicly claiming he had sabotaged the city’s largest underground marijuana supply with a deadly cocktail of talcum powder, tabasco sauce, chinese licorice, and flesh-eating bacteria. Nevertheless, Professor Mao was granted asylum by the United States where he pursued a professorship at Hillsdale College.
Professor Mao currently resides at Hillsdale College in Michigan, where he is an avid supporter of Palin-McCain ticket (not the other way around) and teaches a popular class called “Fighting Spin with Spin: Resisting the Liberal Elite Media. (Bless their Souls!)”
A cold February breeze scattered powdery snow outside the quiet Cornell lecture hall where the bid presentations to the East Coast Asian American Student Union National Board were taking place. Pride and contentment were prominent emotions as colleagues Anjlee Joshi and Caspar Wang announced the conclusion to the 2009 ECAASU bid presentation from the Rutgers University Bid Committee.
A roar of cheers from a sea of scarlet apparel demanded the attention of every other school in the room. Rutgers had indefinitely won the bid to host ECAASU 2009.
Since then, months of weekly meetings for the newly elected 21-member planning board have consisted of forcibly tossing ideas, arguments, and jokes alike across the lengthy Asian American Cultural Center conference room table. Livingston Campus has never quite looked the same for these active leaders.
Joshi and Wang, former bid committee members and current Co-Directors, have facilitated numerous meetings consisting of sponsorship discussions, GoogleDoc sharing, and curry tasting. Jane Ryu and Riddhi Shah, Finance chairs, meet often with Ji Lee, AACC Director, in hopes of raking in a generous budget amidst a teetering economy. Ryu and Shah have known from the start that this conference is absolutely nothing without money and work diligently to gain a lead with companies and their very large corporate piggy banks, knowing full well those same piggy banks may be long broken and cleaned out as early as weeks from today. (The sponsorship Google Doc is filling up handsomely!)
As Ryu and Shah work numbers at one end of the table, a quiet and dignified Isha Vora sits at the opposite end working networks that, until now, she never knew existed. With the American job market in crisis at a 6.1% unemployment rate and major companies making layoffs like daily breakfast choices, Vora is optimistic that students will, nevertheless, donate their time free of charge to the ECAASU cause.
Seated next to her is Jodie Shin, Internal Entertainment Chair, who is adamantly explaining the benefits of soy ink for printing conference packets over the sound of Secretary Jessica Lai’s rapid typing. Shin’s counterpart, James Kim (External Entertainment Chair) is busy working on a promising multicultural sponsorship proposal for a mobile-phone titan, confident his epic Saturday night entertainment will be financially viable.
Philip Chen, Housing Chair, is anything but swayed. He geniously suggests a personal contact from Project Michelle, a bone marrow foundation, as a potential table at the conference’s career fair and then discreetly returns to his game of N-Blox on his Mac. Unknowingly, Chen freely surfs on the same server on which hundreds of people, in hospitals across the nation needing blood & bone marrow transplants also play to pass the time. Many of these same people live day to day with insufficient or no health coverage at all.
In short, we are busy students here at the ECAASU meetings, but seeing beyond the present is what keeps us striving for the success of this conference. The United States, a whirlwind of political instability, social inequality, and economic downturn, still has freckles of unchanging faith like us here at Rutgers. Our distinct world may toss and tumble at the mercy of international human dynamics, but our one vision as a people is what draws our attention away from the clamor and up towards a brighter future that we continuously strive to be a part of.
Started off by recapping the Boston and NYC Mixer. Boston mixer is explained in detail in the post below, so I won’t go into that. At the NYC mixer there were some interesting conversations. One attendee brought up the topic of Asian American men sexuality as examined through pornography industry, which could be an interesting workshop or discussion group. We also discussed exclusivity v. inclusivity with Asian American groups on campus. We confirmed the date for Philly mixer, but I think now there’s some more confusion. So the Philadelphia mixer is either on the 8th or 15th of November. TBC. There is also talk of doing a mixer in the south, maybe at U Florida, in collaboration with the SERCAAL board sometime in the spring. That is still in the talks though.
We moved on to discuss other projects, like this blog. We came up with two characters for this blog. The young and spunky “Raj,” and the old and traditional “Professor Mao.” Their bios are still being drafted, but their first blog entries are deadlined at end of the week. They will discuss various topics of interest… political, non political, mostly opinion, and definitely aims at inviting conversation.
We also talked about the Bid. There are now 5 schools interested in a bidding–from NY, NJ, PA, MA, and GA. We discussed ways in which the National Board can help these schools in the bid process, threw around the idea of having a conference call “Office Hour” session (or multiple sessions) where anybody could just dial in to ask the National Board questions about the bid. This session is tentatively set for November 9th. We want to push for bid declaration to by due December 1st, and bid packet to be due January 15th.
Last we discussed our interview project. Michelle H. will be leading this project now. She’ll be leveraging her committee members and Calvin Sun to do this. By next meeting, we should have a list of people we would like to interview and start sending out invitations to participate in this project. We want to do a combination of phone interviews and video interviews that will be made available to the public. This way, even if people can’t come to the conference, they can still get exposure to dialogue with individuals who might keynote at ECAASU.
It all started in Connecticut. Nancy, our beloved National Chair, drove over to meet me at Cheng’s Buffet in Orange, CT after finishing work. After scarfing down super sugary green tea ice cream, we went straight to business: An ECAASU 2 hour road trip to Boston! We stocked up on KitKats, Twixes, and Wheaties. Nancy also packed an Honest Tea simply because she “never had it before.” I just drank water and desired a KitKat Bar every half a mile (Nancy’s driving made me nervous!). In the end, I settled for the Wheaties. I figured my body could thank me later for my prudence.
So we drove. We talked ECAASU. And we blasted Enur’s Calabria at full volume with the windows rolled down. Everyone on the I-95 became jealous of our little party, which was going great until Nancy’s psychotic GPS got us lost. We ended up paying tolls at 5 different booths before being able to reorient her car in the right direction. Two hours into the trip and we had already gotten ourselves into trouble.
We ended up sleeping over at a dorm in Harvard Law, belonging to one of Nancy’s high school friends. Other than reminiscing our frightfully young days in college (ie. a mere 4 months ago) while admiring the Harvard Law dorms, what was supposed to be an exhilaratingly adventurous night out (led by Captain yours truly) ended up becoming an early slumber: we pretty much passed out on every surface we found: we’re no fun!

I woke up just in time to stop Nancy from throwing a rock at me. We quickly got ready and headed out the door. After navigating the T and managing to avoid getting lost a second time (this time I led the way…better than any damn GPS), we found ourselves at the GWU building at Boston University. By that time it was 65 degrees of gorgeous sun! Thank you, Boston!
And so we met the intrepid crew of Boston BASIC. Upon registering they were already throwing T-Shirts and orange folders at us, asking us where we were coming from and if we knew him or her and so on and so forth…whatever it is that people do to avoid awkward first moments. And putting aside my own awkwardness, I found the staff of Boston BASIC to be extremely friendly and cordial; I really enjoyed seeing a conference where everyone was down-to-earth; even the head coordinators took a few minutes out of their time to say hi and ask if we needed anything. I of course said yes: I would like more free T-Shirts. They were keen enough to decline my requests (I almost managed to snag 2!).
Eventually, we headed into the auditorium and heard Jennifer Lee give a talk on the Americanization of Asian food and how it could relate to the way we define “Asian American.” A New York Times reporter, Ms. Lee certainly demonstrated the absolute thoroughness in her research as she combined a plethora of mythbusting facts with effectively dry humor; a quality I haven’t seen too much in the standard-fare stoicism of other keynote speakers offered at other conferences. She was quite well received; from applying the origins of fortune cookies, chop suey, and General Tso as vehicles for defining Asian American identity, we were able to extrapolate the big picture in how “Americanization” has transformed our identities as “Asian Americans” over the years.
So after Jennifer, the workshops started. Students went to and fro while Nancy and I explored the BU area, searching for a proper venue for the ECAASU mixer that was to take place after the conference. Eschewing the original location, we decided on the larger and more popular Bertucci’s. While Nancy made preparations to inform everyone of the location change, I prepared for my (uber-cool, seductively informative) workshop on Oncampus organizing.
Afterwards, Nancy and I returned for lunch where we met with AALDEF representatives and the founders of Boston BASIC. Pretty soon the rest of the conference delegates filed in, munching away at the variety of spring rolls and sandwiches offered, as well as this really kickass “make-your-own-sauce” station (why doesn’t ECAASU have this?!). We then launched into a thumb tapping ice breaker, while we took it upon ourselves to play a mini-game of Mafia at our table. Although in was over in 2 quick rounds, AALDEF members, the Boston BASIC founders, ECAASU, and a few undergrad BU students got a little bit closer.

After lunch, we went off to the networking mixer where I met with the girls of Mochi Magazine and Asiance Magazine. I also had great fun pointing at people yelling, “YOU! YOU look like you would be a great voter! And YOU! YOU look like someone who would be have so much fun at ECAASU!” In other words, our ECAASU table was both registering people to vote and those who were interested in attending ECAASU. And seeing how we were loud, played music, and had our table in front of all the others, we certainly didn’t fail in either regard.
After the networking mixer, the noble ECAASU duo set off to began facilitating its (SEXY) workshop on oncampus organizing. About 15 people showed up, perhaps lured by our offer of free food in the BASIC program. While I kicked off my workshop on various ways to advertise campus programming, I saw that a few were furiously scribbling down notes. After a spirited one hour back and forth discussions, mini-lectures, and a few moments of comic storytelling, I was happy to see 15 bright shining faces set off in anticipation to make their next few events more badass.
Afterwards we congregated in the auditorium once more for the performances, where we saw a very talented hip hop dance team Unofficial Project of Boston University, an extremely poignant and deeply affecting “Comfort Women” monologue given by BU’s Korean Students Association concerning the Japanese use of sex slaves during World War II, and a very surprisingly funny Chinese comic, Joe Wong, who managed to take the identity of misconstrued “Chinese foreigner” and turn it upside on its head. Seriously, though, BRAVO, because I had never seen anything like it. And so the conference ended with a flurry of laughs and smiles, and I was very pleasantly surprised by the overall success of programming that the Boston BASIC crew managed to put together that day. But it wasn’t over yet. We got hungry and started thinking about food.

Standing on tables, Nancy and I screamed out “FREE DINNER!” for the delegates still present, determined to keep everyone together for one last hurrah in the name of Boston BASIC. Originally anticipating 15 people to attend, we ended up with about 40 people signing up an hour before the dinner was even supposed to begin. And as these 40 people awkwardly sat around waiting for a 6pm dinner to come, Nancy and I decided to initiate a rousing megagame of Mafia.
Suffice to say, our efforts worked; in 30 minutes, we had cheerful shouting match among the townsfolk in trying to root out the murderers; once more a testament to the infallibility of Mafia as the ultimate icebreaker. After about 12-15 rounds of awkward blaming and embarrassed laughter, our army of 40 Asian Americans were off our way to Bertucci’s.
Just as how we were caught off guard with the number of people attending our mixer, so was the restaurant, as they crammed as many as 8 people into booths designed for 4. But if I have to deign an award to “Best Service,” it would go to the amazing waitresses at Bertucci’s who refrained from putting up any sort of fuss, especially when everyone ordered the cheaper pizzas to share.
And so Nancy and I went from booth to booth, extolling the virtues of ECAASU and praising the camaraderie that had been formed by BASIC. Simply grateful we were all getting free dinner, we were quite a cheerful bunch at the restaurant. Nancy and I ended up signing up nearly 50 interested delegates, many of whom ended up befriending us on Facebook by the end of the weekend…
Finally tired from all the shouting, the mafia playing, the walking around, Nancy and I collapsed into a booth with other ECAASU board members and friends, freeloading off of other people’s pizzas since we didn’t even have time to order our own. As the dinner continued and eventually tapered off, groups of people came by our booth to thank us, while eagerly predicting our future meeting at ECAASU 2009. The best part was to hear how people wanted to get more involved with ECAASU after graduating…a sign that Nancy and I aren’t as old as we think we are.
The next day we drove our way back to New York City, discussing and comparing the numerous Asian American conferences that have emerged in recent memory. Boston BASIC was one of them and was certainly deserving of our praises. So Boston BASIC volunteers, if you’re reading this, WE HAD TONS OF FUN!
All in all, the weekend up at Boston BASIC was basically (har har pardon the pun) one of the most down-to-earth and all around friendliest Asian American students conferences I’ve ever attended. Although I’m one to hate alliteration, I’ll suck it up this time given the worthiness of the following statement: Bravo, Badass Boston BASIC!
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