The woman with the big, bright red Louis Vuitton bag was looking at a book. A book for children. About snakes. Its cover was that of a cartoon snake that resembled the snake from the Jungle Book. Why would she pick that book out of a thousand others remains a mystery. Her child took one look and ran away.
Then she yelled in Mandarin. It voice was piercing, like two cats quarreling at night over who gets the little dead rat. Her child came towards her, yelled back, mom grabbed his arm, more yelling and off they went. They continued to talk at the top of their lungs. My inability to understand Mandarin came in handy after all. But the annoying decibels coming out of their mouths was grating all the same.
The sudden increase in the middle class has given rise of the wannabes from every imaginable nook and cranny, specifically the Chinese race. It is used to be that the Chinese would adopt English names, mispronounce it and look all smarmy about it. Then it morphed to creating names by combining existing names or changing the spelling of it. Still mispronouncing it, though. Then, as luxury brands started asserting themselves in the market, the Chinese took to them like vultures to a dead horse.
So take those two things and you have the new breed of Chinesedom: Chinese-er. Yes, I made that up. Imagine, if you will, a Chinese person who is more Chinese than ever. It's funny that as the world is becoming more accessible the Chinese as a whole are regressing. Yes, they embrace Western culture with open arms that haven't been shaved in ages yet they have not a clue to differentiating the two. They take what they see, if attractive, keep, throw the rest. It is precisely this reckless abandonment of the senses that bewilders me.
The thinking hasn't matured much, they equate luxury as the benchmark they have to live up to. It would be a travesty if they didn't keep up with the Chans. Immature thoughts of beauty still taints their minds, big eyes and pasty-white skin is beautiful. If a girl is not stick thin, then they're fat (chubby doesn't exist in their dictionary). Males have to have their hairs in asymmetrical styles are the norm these days. Of course, looking like your pet schnauzer makes the bond between man and pest stronger, right?
Chinese males are increasingly becoming less male and resembling their sisters. If they had any. Shudder. This androgyny is seriously starting to alarm me. Where have the real men gone to? These girly boys run on the treadmill for 20 minutes at a speed my grandma walks and they're panting for breath. Skinny jeans can be found in the drawers next to their slim fit singlets. It seems that having legs where they appear to be like chopsticks are a-okay. I used to be wary of shaking a girl's hand because my grip is firm but these pansies are worse, like flaccid carrots. Whatever happened to the likes of Chow Yuen Fatt? He was cool as can be. Now, now we have girls like Jay Chou as their inspiration.
The style here is heavily borrowed from the Taiwanese, which they borrow heavily from the Japanese whom we all know borrow massively from the West. So what we have is a style that is bastardised to high heaven. There is no identity specific to them. What they see on TV is bible to them. Music videos, or as they're called MTVs by these troglodytes, sends them into a fit, wanting to copy the style right away. I go back to the woman and her Louis Vuitton bag; it doesn't immediately make you classy, it makes you oblivious. It further proves the fact that people are sheep, powerless slaves to what the media glorifies.
Do the clothes maketh the person? Or does the person maketh the clothes?
Try telling that to the woman. I wonder what she will yell if the book was on schnauzers.
This is Chris, signing off.
P.S. This angry post was brought to you by a guy who doesn't wear skinny jeans. Or jeans of any kind for that matter.
3 comments:
You don't wear jeans?! How come I didn't notice that?!
Come to think of it, I vaguely you only wearing shorts or black slacks! Haha!
But seriously, I think the issue here is that the idea of adapting into the Western culture, or any culture really -- for these people -- is only limited to the perceived notions of the "other culture". It's really a general thing, blind adaptation takes on the preconceived notions, but never the actual aspects of the culture. So I guess they made their own "lovechild" culture.. that is rabid, rude, and pees all over every clean surface that exists.
Hmm, I might be thinking of something else.
You don't wear jeans?! How come I didn't notice that?!
Come to think of it, I vaguely remember you only wearing shorts or black slacks! Haha!
But seriously, I think the issue here is that the idea of adapting into the Western culture, or any culture really -- for these people -- is only limited to the perceived notions of the "other culture". It's really a general thing, blind adaptation takes on the preconceived notions, but never the actual aspects of the culture. So I guess they made their own "lovechild" culture.. that is rabid, rude, and pees all over every clean surface that exists.
Hmm, I might be thinking of something else.
Bill: Ish.
Maria: I admit, I wrote this under the influence of extreme prejudice. I don't think you're thinking of something else, though, you're thinking the same.
Pe-la-da, you want?
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