Snowboarding, Sex, and Tacos | Psychology Today
We’re lucky if we have even one friend who really knows us. I mean, truly knows us—our history, our wiring, the things we don’t always say out loud. I’m even more grateful that I have a friend like that… who’s also willing to play around like we’re kids. That’s what I’ve found in my friendship with John Kim, aka “The Angry Therapist.” We share a lot of overlapping terrain: immigrant parents, childhood trauma, Asian shame. We’ve also walked through some valleys together—heartbreak, divorce, and leaving previous careers (me as a journalist, him as a screenwriter) to become therapists in our own ways. We don’t see each other often anymore. He lives in Costa Rica. I’m in Seattle. Life has moved forward—remarriages, one child each, work that feels like a calling. But when we’re together, something clicks that’s hard to explain. On a recent snowboarding trip, most of our conversations looked exactly how you’d expect from guys. Talking about the bad tacos we just ate, the great weather and snow conditions, random jokes, and reminiscing about …









