It’s been over a week, but it still has me in stitches every time I watch it.
The hilarious clip of Prof Robert Kelly being comically interrupted by his super-cute children while being interviewed on live television went viral making the family an internet sensation.
I, for one, was addicted to watching the rather stuffy looking Korean expert professor sharing his views on the downfall of the impeached president initially oblivious to the drama unfolding behind him.
First his four-year-old daughter jauntily prances into the room in a bright yellow jumper.
Her confident swagger and the nervous look in her dad’s eyes as he clocked her arrival had me doubled over with mirth.
Just as you’re in hysterics thinking it couldn’t get any worse for the poor dad, his adorable nine-month-old son whizzes into the room in his baby walker with a look of pure joy on his face. Dad’s face – not so much joy.
The perfect comedy of errors is enhanced when the panicked wife comes hurtling into the room and yanks her children out.
The piece de resistance is when she reappears on her knees obviously thinking: “If I crouch down, no one will see me”, reaches up and closes the door.
If you’ve been living under a rock and haven’t see it, do. Your stomach will hurt from laughter.
I’m planning to watch it if I’m ever feeling down as I know it will bring a smile to my face.
Instead of the clip being enjoyed as a genius natural capture of family life, it has sparked a racism debate after many people assumed the Asian woman was the nanny instead of the mum.
Personally, I was so much in awe of her high speed skid and the way she shepherded the children out of the room to give it much thought.
If you examine her expression, you’d know she was definitely the mum. That’s a proper “mum look.”
The racism row erupted as many believe the woman’s ethnicity led to this conclusion.
Some of my friends and colleagues thought she was the nanny with a few saying: “She’s going to lose her job and be on the next plane home.”
Do I think they were being racist? No, what they were guilty of is stereotyping – something most people do almost every day.
I’ve had stereotypes levelled at me much to my amusement. Some people presume because I’m Asian, I can eat super-hot curries (I can’t) and can cook an Indian feast (Ditto).
Hubby once had a friend say: “I bet you get to have delicious Indian food at home all the time don’t you?”
A perplexed (and rather disloyal) Hubby replied: “Only when we order a takeaway.”
There’s all kinds of stereotypes in life. Watch a Hollywood film and everyone British is rich and drinks tea. Blondes are often tarred with the “dumb” brush while anyone Irish is assumed to have a big drinking problem.
People talk about their surgeon or doctor and many still ask: “What did he say?” before being corrected to: “She.”
Sterotypes are an assumption to fill in the gaps for unknown facts – but that doesn’t make them right.
As Brit pop band Blur wisely sang: “Yes, they’re stereotypes, There must be more to life.”