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Honey, Let’s Talk About That American Girl’s K-Drama Fantasy Gone Wrong

Oh, darlings, gather ’round because Mama’s got some tea to spill, and it’s scalding hotter than a fresh bowl of kimchi jjigae straight from the stove. We’re talking about the latest internet fiasco where an American woman, bless her heart, took her K-drama-fueled dreams straight to Seoul, expecting to be swept off her feet by a chaebol heir with impeccable cheekbones and an emotionally stunted heart just waiting to be unlocked by her special brand of love. Spoiler alert: That did not happen, and instead of taking a slice of humble pie, she ran straight to the internet to vent.

The K-Drama Delusion

Let’s break it down, shall we? Our dear misguided soul—let’s call her Becky (because of course we will)—packed her bags, bought a one-way ticket to Seoul, and waltzed in expecting to be the leading lady in her own live-action remake of Crash Landing on You. And, honey, I get it! Who among us hasn’t swooned over the intense eye contact and broody, emotionally unavailable but secretly soft-hearted men that K-dramas love to peddle? We’ve all been there, clutching our pearls at the back hug, squealing when Oppa finally confesses after twenty episodes of slow-burn agony. But, here’s the kicker, sugarplum—that. is. fiction.

You don’t just show up in Seoul, flip your perfectly balayaged hair, and have some tall, devastatingly handsome CEO of a multinational company drop everything to chase you through the streets of Myeongdong in the rain. That’s KBS, honey, not K-real-life.

The Meltdown Heard ‘Round the Internet

So, what did Becky do when Seoul didn’t roll out the red carpet and hand her a meet-cute with a soft-hearted chaebol? She hit up social media with a wailing post that screamed, “Where are all the K-drama men?! Why are Korean guys not romantic like on TV?!” Girl, I—

Now, of course, the internet did what it does best: it ate her alive. Some were polite (because Koreans do love their manners), gently explaining that expecting reality to be a direct translation of a 16-episode drama is like moving to Forks, Washington, and being mad when Edward Cullen doesn’t show up to imprint on you. Others were less kind, dragging her for filth, calling out her cringe-level cultural ignorance, and pointing out the thinly veiled fetishization that lay beneath her complaints. Because, let’s be honest, there was a whiff of exoticized romance fantasy here that we cannot ignore.

The Satire That Backfired

Now, Becky—perhaps sensing the growing tidal wave of backlash—decided to go for the “It was just satire, guys!” defense. Oh, honey. That’s the oldest cop-out in the book, and it never works.

Listen, good satire is like a perfectly executed smoky eye—sharp, blended, and flawless. But Becky’s attempt? More like a smudged, raccoon-eyed mess after a night of bad decisions. The internet wasn’t buying it, because let’s be real, if your “joke” reads like an unironic diary entry from a Wattpad fanfic about dating a chaebol, it’s not giving satire—it’s giving delusion.

Why This Matters, and Why We Need to Talk About It

Now, let’s pause for a moment, because this isn’t just about dragging Becky for fun (though, let’s admit it, that part is delicious). The bigger issue here is how Westerners often approach other cultures with wildly unrealistic expectations shaped by media.

South Korea isn’t one big K-drama set, just like New York isn’t Gossip Girl, and Paris isn’t an Emily in Paris fantasyland where everyone wears berets and sings “La Vie en Rose” on cobblestone streets. Gag. When people approach a culture with nothing but their romanticized assumptions, they set themselves up for disappointment—and they risk disrespecting the very people they claim to admire.

It’s also about respecting cultural differences. In South Korea, public displays of affection aren’t as common as they are in, say, a Hallmark Christmas movie. Korean men might not be serenading you in the streets or giving you dramatic wrist-grabs (side note: can we retire those already?), but that doesn’t mean they aren’t affectionate or loving—it just looks different.

The Takeaway: Let’s Do Better, Shall We?

At the end of the day, Becky’s saga is a cautionary tale for all the romantics out there who are packing their bags, expecting to be cast as the leading lady in a real-life rom-com. Romance exists in Korea, sure. But if you go in expecting a chaebol Oppa to fall madly in love with you while staring soulfully out of a car window in the rain, honey, you’re setting yourself up for major disappointment.

So, my dears, let’s take this as a lesson: Love Korea for Korea. Love its people for who they really are, not for the version you saw on Netflix. And, for the love of all things holy, let’s retire the “Where’s my K-drama Oppa?” mindset before we embarrass ourselves further.

Now, excuse me while I rewatch Goblin for the hundredth time and pretend I don’t see the irony.

XOXO, Princess K-Pop 💋