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Young Jean Lee's show is the most pleasurable thing I've seen at On the Boards all season. It was a hilarious treatise of love and self-hate as she looks at what it means for her to be an Asian woman. She toys with uncomfortably racist protrayals of traditional Korean women and scenes mocking white people's relationships, juxtaposed with moments acknowledging that she wants to be white, followed by direct threats that minorities hate white people and will one day reign supreme.

The first thing I notice when I walked into the theater space was the stark contrast between the pacifying row of paper lanterns, murals and rock garden, and the barren and austere stage. The set seemed incomplete and I couldn't help but think of ways Young Jean Lee could have made this more "Asian." Design a Pagoda perhaps? Yet the juxtaposition of the entrance and set seemed to suit the similarly contrasting title of the show.

I loved this show because it made me uncomfortable. And not in a "this guy is gonna come out and lap dance on my face" way, but in a way that makes me look inside... gulp.

So I get to OtB thinking I was running late, and there's a huge pile up at the door of the mainstage. Okay. I see that the only entrance to the seats is to walk all the way around the set. I get it...it's a journey. However, all the people in front of me were walking very slowly. The mood was contemplative. There were lanterns hung above, and paintings in an asian motif on the exterior of the set. I was bored. Everyone around me, in contrast, was seemingly fascinated and walking VERY SLOWLY. Am I being overly cynical? Am I not opening myself up to new experiences?