When faced with such a direct question, pretty much the entire planet would respond thusly: “Who?”
This freak thinks rather highly of herself.
Comedian Margaret Cho wrote an essay for women’s blog Jezebel, saying she received a talking to at Korean L.A. spa Aroma Spa & Sports Monday morning due to her tattooed body.
The spa’s patrons generally use it in the nude. Cho says that a woman who worked at the spa came up to her, asked her to step out of the sauna, and told her, “I was making the women there upset with my heavily tattooed body. She was really sorry and embarrassed about it, and I felt bad, but I was actually enraged.”
Cho responded by pulling the celebrity card and saying in Korean, “Do you know who I am? I am Margaret Cho!”
The woman at the spa explained the taboo nature of tattoos in Korean culture, and Cho responded that she was aware of that. She agreed to cover herself up as much as possible, but still felt disapproving looks from those around her.
They were probably also offended by her protruding rolls of fat and surly attitude.
Cho’s got a unique view of her so-called rights.
This is something I have never done -– I actually said, in Korean “Do you know who I am? I am MARGARET CHO!” She realized who I was, and she was horrified! She said she did know me, and had seen me and was familiar with my work, and she apologized even more profusely and tried to explain that in Korean culture, tattoos are very taboo and my body was upsetting everyone there. I told her I was aware of that, but that I really wanted to enjoy the spa and my treatments and I was going to pay for them, just like everyone else there (it’s pricey, by the way). She asked if I could please wear something, anything -– a towel or something –- and cover myself so that I wouldn’t frighten anyone with my body.
She brought me a robe and arranged for some nice extras in my treatments, by way of apology, or uh, whatever.
Even after donning a robe, I was still being given heavy duty Korean woman stinkeye as I moved from sauna to hot tub to pool. I would get into the pools, trying to stay as clothed as possible until the last minute, just trying to get my body into the water and all the Korean stinkeye women would all get out.
This was too much to bear, and I knew I had to get out of there before I got all “OLDBOY” on them, as I watch too many Korean gangster movies and can threaten a bitch in Korean harsher than Choi Min Sik on a bad day.
I restrained myself from saying “joo-goo lae?” which loosely translated means, “you want to die?” I didn’t say it. I thought it. but I didn’t say it.
You want to die? Gee, a little harsh, tubby. This sure appears to be a desperate attempt to stay relevant, something she hasn’t been for, oh, a couple of decades, if she ever was.
I deserve to be naked if I want to.
Maybe, but it doesn’t give you the right to offend others.