Posts Tagged ‘Reflections’

Moments In A Flurry

Thursday, January 7th, 2010

Looking out the window, I feel like I’m watching the snow fly by like time – fleeting flakes in abundance. Isn’t that how time kind of works? Sometimes it flies by and sometimes it just drags. Inside, work is in slow motion. Outside, the snowflakes pulse from a cascading white canvas to light delicate drifts. The snowflakes are memories of moments. Moments that passed too quickly. Moments I couldn’t catch. Moments I couldn’t get back and moments I wish I indulged in a little more.

Even when I was little, I understood that what is here today might not be here tomorrow. And when it snowed, I was afraid it was going to go away. I use to waddle outside to the backyard my grandparents tended to and I would squat and scoop tiny handfuls of snow into a red bucket. I’d bring it back in the house and shove it in the freezer. I wanted to save it for tomorrow. I wanted to save it for as long as I could. Because I knew the snow outside would melt one day. And just like time, moments will melt into memories.

Cultural Norms

Tuesday, January 5th, 2010

Woman sleeping on bike in Beijing

Her eyes scanned from left to right. She missed me but I certainly didn’t miss her. She sat directly in front of me and she was digging. She was really digging. She was digging like there was gold. I cringed as she pulled out a yellowish-green gunk sitting on the underside of her long, narrow pinky fingernail. She rolled it into a ball and flicked it, shamelessly. Then she snorted.

As I watched, I thought, “Should I tell her politely that it’s not appropriate to be doing that in public? Should I hand her a tissue and maybe she’d get the point? Or should I continue to give this look of disgust for her to see?” In the end, I did nothing. I turned away when she looked at me. I wasn’t sure if she was embarrassed but I was. We both had the same face – yellow skin, almond eyes. This is how stereotypes are born.

But who am I to tell her what and what not to do? It’s an American taboo to pick your nose in public but maybe it’s a norm in China, just like how it’s perfectly normal to hock a loogie in the hutongs of Beijing. Cultural norms in America are no superior to norms in China. However, if I were living in a Muslim country where the cultural norm is for women to dress conservatively, I wouldn’t walk out of the house in a tank top. I understand there’s a difference between religion and hygiene, but if you willingly choose to live in a foreign culture you should at least respect its cultural norms. Right?

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