Joanne L. Molinaro (이선영)

#stitch @cassey Obviously, I am only providing my legal take on the facts that are publicly available. I don’t know anything more than what anyone else could readily find online and I’ve seen with my own eyeballs! The skirts look identical to me and as a consumer, I would absolutely be confused and possibly tricked into thinking I was buying the patented design. That’s my opinion and I’m sticking to it! #lawyersoftiktok #popflex

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This video is NOT meant to start beef with trad-wives. TBH, I think the definition of “trad-wife” isn’t concrete enough to disagree about anything. I just know that under any definition of the word, I’m not one of them and never have been. When I saw all the videos going viral for glorifying the trad-wife, it seemed, at first, like an honest response to the invisibilization of the women who are homemakers, a cheeky way of saying, “Hey, I’m enough as I am.” And there’s definitely truth in this—women who choose to stay at home while their partners work outside of the home—they shouldn’t have to prove their worth, to us or to their partners. But I wonder if the pendulum has swung too far. Too often, I’ve seen men not just glorify the “trad wife” but also denigrate the “non-trad wife.” We have been fed a “diabolical lie,” according to these men, and our ambition will be our ruin. What a load of horse manure. I chose my career because I simply couldn’t stomach trusting any man with my financial security. Also, I knew I was smarter than most of the men I met, so why couldn’t I allow myself to compete for their jobs? Finally, I wasn’t in a position to bring kids into my home and even if I had been, I’m not sure why *I* should be the one to give up my career for it simply b/c of my gender. More fundamentally, though, I’ve been thinking about what it means to let women just BE? A few videos ago, I shared how so many accused me of being a self-loathing racist against myself because I had the audacity to fall in love with someone outside my race. How is it that we are still living in a world where men get to tell me whom I should love? Why do we always have to prove the merit of our choices? Why must our choices always be interrogated like we’ve committed some sort of crime? Why doesn’t anyone ever trust us to do what’s best for us? And WHY do we do it to each other? Also, the recipe for this asparagus pasta is you know where! :) #nontradwife #tradwife #veganfood

Hi Costco 💜 #costco #skincareroutine #lawyertok

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Showdown between Trump and SCOTUS? #lawyersoftiktok #lawtok #ice

This space is too short to contain all the thoughts I have on this fraught topic. Suffice it to say that of all the videos I’ve made over the years, this was one of the most difficult and I almost didn’t post it. I have received so many comments like these since I started posting my stories online and if you think I’ve grown immune to this level of disgustingness, think again. I am human. It confounds me that so many people—including Korean American men who a part of several bar associations I belong to (oh yes, don’t think I don’t know)—think they have the right to tell me who I should love. Of all the choices that belong to me, I should think this is a given. But count on these people to find a yet another way to surprise me with their misogyny. Not just because they think they can tell me who to love, but because they ASSUME I lack the intelligence, self-worth, and savvy to decipher the fetishist from the genuine life partner. Yes, let’s continue infantilizing women by assuming they cannot be trusted to love the humans they choose to love, that they cannot choose their partners without falling into the trap of internalized racism and self-loathing. And, while we’re at it, let’s just conveniently dismiss everything women have done, all that they have sacrificed to amplify the stories of their heritage, to create opportunity and representation for the VERY MEN who would silence them. MADE UP OXFORD STUDY MY A$$. Also if you want the recipe for this Korean style kimchi fried rice, you know where to find it. <3 #koreanfood #womensrights #kimchifriedrice

Actually I’m technically a food content creator who lawyers on the side… getting back to my OG style of content. #dubaichocolate #vegandessert

❤️❤️❤️@Anthony Molinaro

Just my $0.02 on Mikayla as an OG TikToker.

These days, there is a lot of uncertainty regarding what it means to be “American.” Despite the plain language of the 14 Amendment to our Constitution, reinforced by decades of jurisprudence, powerful voices have injected fear into a nation that can ill-afford another assault on its fragile democracy. A friend of mine once joked, “I feel like I need to study before I have a conversation with you.” Yes, I felt flattered that someone noticed how much effort I’ve put into speaking clearly, how much I try to know what I’m saying before I say it. Speech is a guaranteed right under that same, largely unchanged document—that proxy for the soul of our Republic. And yet, the consequences of that speech? Well those are, in no way, guaranteed, even if such consequences could threaten our souls. Language is just one prism of identity. An important facet, yes, but not the only one. My grandmother gained her US citizenship as one of the final acts of her life. She studied so hard for that test, spoke as much English as her 80+ year old brain would allow, and passed away as an American. No less American than I am, no less American than those keen on not just eliminating the same opportunity for others, but stripping them of their dignity in the process. My grandmothers didn’t teach me English. But they taught me integrity, resilience, loyalty, courage, and love. And I will use those lessons to school anyone who might try to make me, my family, or anyone else who can’t say the right words feel unsafe. #broccolisoup #american #storytime

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I was lucky enough to have my grandmother in my life for over 30 years. I have so many memories with her, starting from when I was a little thing. It made me so happy to see her so proud of what she’d produced with her labor, including me. For those who’ve followed along for a while, you probably are familiar with my “why I don’t have children” story. It isn’t straightforward, it isn’t easy, and it isn’t necessarily over. I’ve been thinking about it a lot more these days, partially because I’m in the process of writing my grandmother’s story. Not just the one about how she had six children, but also the one about who she was before she had them. #doenjangjjigae #koreanfood #storytime #motherhood

“Competition is the thief of joy.” It is always a fool’s errand to try and predict how the things I say will be misinterpreted, but I will do so anyway. I am not sharing this to get brownie points or to make anyone feel bad or to make myself look better (I don’t know how anyone could view this as something to make me look good, but I’m sure someone will). And this one isn’t easy for me to share because I think it’s one of the uglier parts of me. I hate that I’m like this, but because I hate it so much, I force myself to confront it, head-on. I share this because I’m guessing others feel similarly and I wanted to create a safe space for you to have those feelings, to acknowledge them, and possibly even to begin asking yourself WHY you have them. You don’t need to be a Korean American woman to feel threatened by other people’s success. But hopefully, you’re like me—you recognize the toxicity of this attitude and you want to do something about it. Or maybe it’s just me (I’m sure there’ll be a chorus of “no it’s just you” below). And if so? Ok! Well, now I know. It doesn’t change anything. I’ve still found the BEST way to get rid of my insecurities, the BEST way to feel good about my success without envying someone else’s, the BEST way to live my life is to support the women who, at first, intimidate me. And it’s not surprising that these women? These badass, powerful, empathetic, loving women? They make INCREDIBLE FRIENDS!!! When I think back on how many years I squandered being jealous of them instead of simply saying, “hey let’s be friends”? I feel so STUPID!!!! And I don’t want anyone to have that kind of regret. love you xoxo #strawberrycake #cookingvideo #veganfood

We are so grateful to our friends! For lending us their home, clothes, and showers while we got out of dodge for a night! #cookingvlog #koreanfood #cookingofrmyfriends

In Korea, new mothers are often presented with seaweed soup or Miyeok Guk. Rich in iron, iodine, calcium, and folate, the soup is thought to promote healing, recovery, and lactation. Symbolically, giving a young mother seaweed soup is akin to saying, “Thank you. You did a great job. We are proud of you. We are indebted to you. We love you.” And thus, seaweed soup is also the traditional meal one eats on your birthday. To REMEMBER your mother. The great sacrifices she made on the day you were born, in the months leading up to your birth, and the years after. I wonder whether anyone was there to feed my mother miyeok guk when I was born. My grandmother (her mother) was not yet here in the States and my Dad could barely make instant ramen noodles at that time (he’s since grown into a great cook). What a lonely adventure motherhood must have been for my mom, starting the very second I was born. I love my Dad and I’m proud of the kind of father he grew to be, but, let’s be real—he was far from the supporting husband. He, too, had been raised to believe his job in life was decidedly OUTSIDE the house and were it not for my grandmothers who thankfully came to help my mom, I think Omma’s situation would have been unbearable. There are so many women who have stories like my mother’s. They are forced to bury their sorrow, loneliness, despair, rage, and sadness deep within themselves because airing it would only subject them to a gaslighting so profound, it would be like being wounded all over again. I’m not saying all women are like Omma—some women would joyously give up a career to raise their children and never think twice about it. But that wasn’t my mother and she deserved better. And no—I don’t resent Omma for making me feel unwanted with her advice about not having kids. Yes, I was aware of the implication, even when I was young. And yes, I definitely think it impacted my choices in my early 20s—some of which I regret. But that’s the thing about women—we learn to live with our regrets. And still make room for joy and love and forgiveness and miyeok guk, notwithstanding. #motherhood #koreanfood #womenstories #seaweedsoup

I will start this with a disclaimer: OBVIOUSLY, this post is not directed at everyone. Not EVERYONE thinks these thoughts. NOT EVERYONE needs to hear this advice. However, I used to think it was “hardly anyone” thinks these things. “Hardly anyone” needs to hear this advice. It is disheartening to realize that I was wrong. Putting to one side the efficacy of DEIA programs, I find it extremely troubling how quickly people are willing to forget why they were implemented in the first place. Do we honestly think equality has been achieved for everyone? Did we fool ourselves into believing that hundreds of years of slavery, disenfranchisement, Jim Crow legislation could be “solved” with a few decades? Rolling back these programs, removing books from schools, legislating against the sharing of an unabridged version of US History… whether it’s intentional, there’s no mistake that all of this will lead to the erasure of voices that have already had to work 1,000x harder to be heard and, conveniently, an unearned absolution for those responsible. So, I suppose it’s up to us to remember the who, what, when, where, and WHY. Let’s remember. #koreanauntygivesadvice #deia #letsremember

#stitch with @LULAC how to tell the difference between a judicial warrant and an “ICE warrant.” #lawyersoftiktok #lawyertok #icecream

Replying to @America1st #lawtok #lawyersoftiktok #ice

What is the first amendment? #lawyersoftiktok #lawtok