When I was a little guy my dad lived on the other side of the world in a distant land called South Korea, otherwise referred to as, “I don’t know, somewhere,” by my mom. During this time my mom told me a story about his Korean girlfriend and how, after a heated argument, she chased him with a shiv and threatened to stab him. I was never told the details of why she came after my dad, so I was lead to believe this woman was dangerously unhinged. My mom also never filled me in that he and lady shank had split, so when I heard news that he was coming to visit I was naturally terrified. For years later I was interested to see if all Korean women had such short and violent tempers, but I’ve yet to develop the nerve to test out that theory.