If I were single and still in the Game, I would hold myself and all others to an oath of silence on the sociological phenomenon of overeducated, fine-lookin, lonely young ladies populating Starbuxes all across China. But I am out of the game and busy raising two of the most handsome muggle men this world will ever see. If Chinese women are still searching for love by the time my sons reach their prime, then I can look forward to twilight years living vicariously through their benevolent efforts to bring contentment to the superhot outta-sight Chinese ladies out there in 2030.
But until that day, I call upon all you supermarket shopping laowai – with one hand on that cup of Nescafe on the other on some nasty hoz leg – to wake up to the aroma of gourmet coffee wafting through the air, searching for some nostrils, any nostrils, that can and will appreciate the excellence before it fades away with the evening wind …
Too often I see you drunken fools walk home with some scandalous ho because it’s easy. I know, you don’t have to tell me why. I too was drunk and foolish and I too shopped at walmart even when the specialty shop was throwing a grand sale … It’s too easy for you and you might as well take the girl who plops her soft booty into your lap rather than pursue the Queen across the room, watching you be wak and wondering to herself,
“Do all men want stupid?”
I urge you to reply with an emphatic Hell No.
This essay might sound a bit familiar, if you read this blog, as I seem to be circling the idea of change as a possibility. Last essay I wrote on this topic was Silk Roads and Great Walls, and that dealt briefly with the high-level impediments, this one here is a look at the grassroots blockages …
Yesterday I went to visit the company that helps me handle fapiaos every now and then and I asked a few questions about visas. The visa situation for foreigners in China has always been a bit crooked, like pretty much everything else here, so I was only mildly surprised when she said “you’ll need a middleman to handle the documents for you”.
“In the past, you could just go to the visa office with your documents and hand them in directly,” I replied.
“Yes, but now the office will only accept applications from a middleman, for a much higher fee, because there is a woman in the office now and her brother is the main middleman.”
That surprised me. The matter of fact tone in which corruption in an official government office was just announced, to the snickers of nearby accounting girls, raised my eyebrows. Now that we had it out in the open, I could go ahead and ask a rhetorical question like,
“Is it always going to be like this?”
She tilted her head as if to think, smiled and said, yes, forever. This is our culture.