Originally posted by Li Hong zhang
Scene: LHZ eating lunch in company cafeteria. Some random Chinese person comes by brandishing a box of rice.
Chinese person: “You’re not eating rice! Here, have some rice.”
LHZ: “No thank you. I don’t like rice. The meat and vegetables are enough for me.”
Chinese person: “But you have to eat rice!”
LHZ: “No thank you. I like my lunch the way it is. No rice needed.”
Chinese person: “But you have to eat rice!”
At this point, there’s two ways to react. One is to stonewall, the other is to question.
The knee-jerk stone wall:
LHZ: “HEY! MIND YOUR OWN EFFIN BUSINESS!!! I DONT @$#@* WANT TO EAT RICE SO $#@& OFF AND LEAVE ME THE $@^# ALONE!!!!”
*Chinese person runs away in fright*
The reaction by questioning:
LHZ: “Why do I have to eat rice?”
Chinese person: “Because rice is a part of a proper Chinese meal.”
LHZ: “Why is it part of a proper Chinese meal?”
Chinese person: “We have a 5,000 year old tradition of eating rice with our meal.”
LHZ: “Are goat cheese and borscht part of a proper Chinese meal?”
Chinese person: “No. Of course not.”
LHZ: “Are the Chinese Mongolians Chinese?
Chinese person: *starts to squirm* “Umm.. Yes.”
LHZ: “Are the Chinese Russians Chinese?”
Chinese person: *blank stare* “What?”
LHZ: *pulls out Blackberry and explains the [俄羅斯族]”
Chinese person: *blinks* “Well, I suppose they are.”
LHZ: “Well if these Mongolians and Russians are both Chinese, then shouldn’t their cuisine be considered Chinese food too?”
Chinese person: “I guess.”
LHZ: “So therefore borscht and goat cheese can be part of a proper Chinese meal, right?”
Chinese person: “Fine.”
LHZ: “So therefore, where do you get your definition of a proper Chinese meal? Why does it always have to include rice? Where’s your borscht and goat cheese, for example?”
Chinese person: *walks off mystified*
(The above is just one example of what I can (and have) pulled. Because I got rice forced on me every day. Believe me, there are literally infinite directions you can go with that premise.)
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LHZ, this was pure philosophical comedy–downright hilarious. Some deliberate jumps in logic there, but all the funnier for it.
This is a tricky one. Because I’m all for expanding people’s horizons, intellectually, culturally, etc. That’s why many of us decide to become teachers (here in China). Why not have them question their own identities? Existentialism certainly needs a jump-start over here, and they could certainly use it. Both Sartre AND Lao Zi couldn’t agree more. If, for nothing else, than to question the logic behind the traffic lane dividers drawn at the corner of Jianguo Lu and Qingchun Lu. (Unless, of course, that’s been changed since I was last back in ol’ HZ.) And it would consistently provide endless hours of comedy for themselves as well if they could just learn to laugh at themselves a little more. And they say a laugh earns a minute more of longevity. So why the hell not?
But on the other hand, one thing I’m very sensitive to is the type of cultural arrogance that can arise from transitioning from an open, developed country, to a country that’s technically only been awake to the rest of the modern world for the last 30 years (since 1980, I suppose). Sensitive to claims of disseminating knowledge, culture, how to be civilized, and even how to think in the 21st century unto “the random Chinese guy,” as you so eloquently put it. Especially from individuals who seem to claim these things without the slightest abandon and introspection. (Knee-jerk mindsets, as you say.) I myself can sometimes be guilty of this as well, but I always try to keep it in check, even on inconsequential message boards. More often than provoking local Chinese to question their identity and beliefs, I love to provoke grumpy, jaded expats to question the same as it pertains to their existence in China.
And believe it or not, expats are usually the more stubborn ones to see things differently than they’ve resigned to. So, you could say, EVERYONE, really, is a product of SOME form of cultural propaganda. Unless they’re TRULY invested in understanding the other side. Which, for better or worse, sometimes DOES require a little conformity and assimilation in order to “get it.”
Imagine the traditional Chinese 20-something female who thinks American women are all whores and over-opinionated b1tches from what she sees in movies and on TV. Until she actually moves to the U.S., conforms, assimilates, and gets a taste of what it’s like to be freely sexually frank without being shunned by her peers and intellectually respected. (Well, to some degree, at least, haha. Boys will be boys.) Or the honor-obsessed Chinese 30-something male who thinks foreign men are all good-for-nothing playboys who are out to humiliate Chinese women everywhere. Until he gets stationed abroad with a good salary in some lesser-developed country in Southeast Asia, or hell, another Chinese city like Guiyang, and then proceeds to assimilate into the no-committments-traveling-salesman’s lifestyle by womanizing like a hyena. (Which, my God, is oh, so true throughout Southeast Asia.)
Anyways, you’ve suddenly piqued my interest in your past experiences here in Hangzhou, though, because hard as it may be to swallow, based on how I’ve gone at it with the tag team known as LiHongZhang and Fu Man Chu (wow, a genuine WWE white-trash stereotype moniker just waiting to be marketed properly), you and I have a lot in common.
Though, our experiences and outlooks seemed to have diverged at an early stage in our “China development.” In that, you seemed to have garnered a whole lot more (comedic) angst than I, even though we’ve both encountered similar situations. Although that may just come down to personality differences, who knows? (Then again, mine comes out in explosive bursts of frustration rather than constant (comedic) ranting, of which my fiancee receives the full brunt, which is arguably worse.)
I’ll PM ya sometime. But it’s too f*cking late now, and I’ve gotta get up at, like, 10am. F*ck me. In the meanwhile, hope to see some replies back on this thread.
Your scenario surprises me, though. Whenever I go to a restaurant in China, it’s the hardest f*cking thing on Earth to actually GET rice, since people rarely order it and waiters are deaf to it. Completely converse to my Chinese restaurant experiences in the U.S., where they bring rice out to you without you even asking.
(By the way, LHZ, I’ve actually learned a lot from your rants on Qing Dynasty currency manipulations and the formation of foreign concessions. It provided a great point for debate!)