Jimmy asked me if I could refer his recently graduated little brother to jobs in media. His current start up gig was abusive and he had enough.
I reached out to some old coworkers on Linkedin and within hours Jimmy's brother got a phone call, in two days he scheduled an interview and within the week he went in and got the job.
I spent about an hour and a half adding industry jargon to his application answers to secure his spot. His ideas were there, I just developed on them. I prepared him for the interview by telling him what he should expect and how to approach it. He was very qualified - his experience, his interest and the timing was right. When a media agency has a spot, they fill it fast. When he got the job I felt this amazing feeling of accomplishment. This older brother mentorship that I've been lacking even though I have a little brother that needs guidance himself.
With my little brother, I feel useless. His interests, his goals, his life approach is completely different than mine. No advice I could provide would be helpful or would even resonate with him. Theater production? Voice acting? Online gaming? I wouldn't even know where I would begin to guide him and feel awful and selfish for being such a terrible older brother.
We're as different as can be. 6 years a part. But these studio pictures will always be a part of what we do together. In the end, he'll figure it out. He's finally feeling the pressure to leave his bedroom and accomplish something. I have a theory that dragon mom and helicopter dad never existed in my house because their oldest (me) figured out everything on his own and left the nest immediately. With my brother present, the family is still physically together. He's home taking care of our parents and grandpa which is more impactful than my twice a week Facetime with Mom.
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I feel as though my brother can really provide my parents with that happiness that I can't provide.
What is that Asian American dream? Successful kids, beautiful grandchildren all living together in Silicon Valley. Early retirement? Large Christmas parties with children and noise. What life did my parents expect to have when they moved to the US? It certainly wasn't this.
While Facetiming with Mom, she basically told me how she's watching Grandpa die in the hospital/nursing home. His kidney was acting up. She grew sad and saw her future in him. "It feels so lonely." To my mom, blood comes before anything else and a "gay family" just means friends - people who you can't really count on to grow old with you. Loneliness seems to be something that my life facilitates: living in Los Angeles with my boyfriend + never being able to provide her grandchildren. And maybe that's why there's little to no pressure for my brother to leave the house. Him and his girlfriend are welcome to live the townie life - get local jobs and provide my parents with a larger family. It's his job to provide that heteronormative American dream. And what am I doing? Selfishly gallivanting in Los Angeles like Peter Pan collecting lost boys; more friends, not family.
But at least I helped out someone's family and start jumped their career. For that moment I felt like I was being helpful and not selfish.