The Ryoko Kui interview's reception is such a disaster over a pretty normal (yet still flawed) interview between a non-Japanese fan and Japanese artistic. This is discourse for discourse's sake, and it's no surprise that almost every Twitter user I've looked at who's using this interview to parade Kui around as a goated mangaka standing strong against Western ideology is anti-trans.
Like, I do think the interview was kinda wonky with its focus on fandom culture, which Kui clearly didn't have much interest in. But sometimes that happens. Sometimes interactions between two people, especially a fan and a creator, two people who view and interact with a piece of media in completely opposite perspectives, don't click. Does this really need to get blown up into a "West vs. East culture war" issue.
Anyways, Kui saying "I don't consider my audience's interpretations when writing. I leave it to their imaginations, but I have my own read on things too" is the healthiest, most normal thing an artist/writer who wants a non-parasocial audience could say. Artists and writers use this line all the time. If Kui didn't enjoy autistic Laius or Farcille headcanons, she would have probably voiced/signalled her discomfort, like she did on the topic of Senshi fanservice. Overall, Kui handled the interview really well. Props to her to sticking to her guns and keeping a healthy disconnect from the fandom. While I think the interviewer could've/should've been more tactful and restrained, the flaws in their questions is not a symptom of the woke mind virus trying to wriggle its way into the pure Japanese psyche. It's the sign of an over-eager fan who sees a piece of fiction differently than its creator.
i see a lot of wesker content is about domestic fluff like making meals for one another!
but post-arklay... just imagine... he has the prototype t-virus now. wesker's caloric needs are vastly different. the man could run a mukbang channel without any unhealthy eating tactics with the amount he must now consume to maintain his weight and appearance and prevent the virus from turning him grey and sullen.
something that has changed about him, most intriguingly, is his taste. his desire for exceedingly fresh cuts of meat prepared blue, an uptick in umami and savory taste receptor activity. he's even had to wipe his face before a meal once, salivating gratuitously to the point of drooling and falling deathly silent in equal parts exasperation and embarrassment, so different from the composed, gentle menthol of a quiet man you'd come to know.
you buy a lot of fruits now, purposefully picking out the granny smiths, plantains and pineberries, anything a little less on the sweet side for his shifting palate. you even begin to grow cucumbers to pickle for him. your kitchen, once full of small, lively rack-pot plants like oregano and sweet basil now sports fast-growing savories like chives, fennel and dill.
cooking with a crock pot becomes ideal. a batch to you is a meal to him, so you can set it up in the morning for the evening.
you make a tray of cookies and he eats them all! he'll be hungry again in thirty minutes. he would prefer a bit more salt next time. maybe you could experiment with higher protein concentration? he does not elaborate, but he is polite.
wesker, of course, affords you the same small details when he cooks for you. he doesn't push to encroach on your own dietary choices, even if they're far different from his newfound primary carnivory. he consciously portions things (though sometimes he heaves a bit too much for you), leaves the salt until the end so that he can salt just his own half, and ensures every raw item reaches a satisfactory internal temperature for the time you need.