Slate Magazine has an interesting piece on the sudden rise of Asian American NBA stud, Jeremy Lin. It is sad that writer, Chuck Leung (another Asian American) feels he has to address this aspect, but he does:

…I worry that his success will validate and reinforce familiar stereotypes of “Asian-ness”: the hard work, the humility, the studiousness, even the Christian faith. Last Wednesday, taking my seat at a bar to watch Lin face the Wizards, I actually became self-conscious—Lin-secure?—about openly cheering for him in public. Would my skin, my features, my identification with Lin now mark me as just another workhorse who puts his head down and does what he’s told? Perhaps that sounds overly sensitive or paranoid to you. But then perhaps you’ve never suspected that others look at you and see, as Wesley Yang wrote in New York Magazine, “an invisible person, barely distinguishable from a mass of faces that resemble it.”

I found this funny, if not also sad:

For us Asian-American males, in particular, it seemed that an opportunity to stifle the attacks on our masculinity was passing us by; Lin was always going to be more Harold Lee than Bruce. I didn’t need Lin to be an outright villain—I would have been fine with a scandalous headline or two (“Lin: ‘High on Cocaine When I Dropped 38’ ”). I guess I just wanted him to make us look cool.

He looks cool enough to me. ‘Nuff said.