Greetings, good people of the internet. We are still doing this. It's time to meet the Angry Reader of the Week, spotlighting you, the very special readers of this website. Over the years, I've been able to connect with a lot of cool folks, and this is a way of showing some appreciation and attention to the people who help make this blog what it is. This week's Angry Reader is Kim Cooper.
Who are you?
I'm Kim Cooper, and I am the kind of person that looked up other people's Angry Reader of the Week questionnaires so I knew what kind of answers to give.
What are you?
I'm Korean American and an adoptee. I grew up in a Midwestern family of German heritage that loves shredded carrots in lemon jello, cold meat sandwiches on dinner rolls, and specken dicken (look it up).
Where are you?
Hunkered down in my apartment in Los Angeles.
Where are you from?
West Des Moines, Iowa
What do you do?
I act, write, do improv, run, run my mouth about baseball (go Dodgers), take pictures of my cat with his tongue out, and, as an attempt to be productive during the pandemic, make sourdough starter (unsuccessfully).
What are you all about?
Learning, growing, finding empathy, and any food made out of potatoes.
What makes you angry?
I just learned about K-rage and, turns out, I K-rage HARD. Anger is my most immediate reaction to anything I don't like, which I have only realized recently thanks to years and years of therapy. I made a mini Instagram series called "Kim Is Just Disappointed" where I live my fantasy of yelling at people for infractions of public etiquette, stuff like crowding the sidewalk and sending un-bcc'ed emails. It makes me so mad! Right now there's so much to feel angry about -- racism and xenophobia, people not following the social distancing rules, people doing both at the same time. It can be overwhelming.
I don't and can't stop myself from getting angry, but I'm trying to be more curious about why I do get angry and what's at the root of it. That's where the truth is, and that's where the interesting personal growth is. (Again, therapy.)
But also, don't ask me if I've met my birth mom. That’s personal!!!