Something about us. 🇯🇵🍱🍣 (at Coastal City Mall Shenzhen 海岸城 深圳)
The children here are unbelievably spoiled. You can say it’s because of the “One Child Policy” but I believe it’s due not only to that but also to what I’ve observed as the “New Money Effect.” A lot of people in Shenzhen, and in other parts of China, are obtaining money rather quickly. These are people who come into money and have no idea what to do with themselves. For some, it hasn’t changed their behavior, it hasn’t bought them manners nor class buuuut, it does allow them to spend a lot on themselves and of course, their children (if they have any). The people under the “New Money” umbrella are the ones that can be observed not disciplining their children and spoiling them like none other. They can be in midst conversation and if their child(ren) is (are) repeatedly calling for them, to the point of screaming and hitting, the parent from “New Money,” will drop everything to focus on the child(ren).
I’ve seen countless children throwing fits or doing things that shouldn’t be allowed but all their parents do is laugh (which encourages the behavior and reinforces it as being positive), or just allow their child to run the show. If a child is tired of walking, said child is passed from arm to arm, ensuring that his/her Angelic feet never touches the ground again until the destination point is reached. I’ve seen countless of children, between the ages of 5 and at least 7, in strollers! These children are spewing out of the stroller but, it doesn’t matter! I’ve seen a mom comforting her child for at least half an hour because her child dropped one of many pieces of candy she had in a box of candy. The other day, while on the metro, I saw ONE child, with six family members (mother, father, and both sets of grandparents)! The child’s mom was wiping sweat off of his forehead, while one of his grandparents was giving him a drink of water, and the rest of his family members were talking about him and how great he was. I have more examples but, I’ll stop.
These children raised by parents of “New Money,” will grow up to be absolute terrors and I do not want to be here for that!
Celebrated the 4th of July, in Shenzhen. (at 锦绣中华 Splendid China)
Now, when most Chinese people here see a black person, they automatically assume that s/he is African. In my case, this is true-I am West Africa but also North American. Either way, it appears as though there are a few West African women who live and work in Guangdong province as prostitutes. Due to this fact, I am now more concerned with how I am viewed here.
I remember going to Guangzhou city last month, and to my surprise, a few Chinese men were cat calling me. I say to my surprise because of all of my three years in China, this has NEVER happened to me. I just looked at them, shook my head, and continued to my destination. A few minutes later, I met up with a friend and explained to her what had just happened. Her response? ”yeeeaaah, that’s because they think that you’re a prostitute. That’s why when I’m out on the streets, I just walk as quickly as possible, and ignore them” (she’s North American and of Haitian decent). I was shocked, to say the least. I am the furthest thing from a prostitute and personally I would never and could never be a prostitute. At the same time, I was also saddened because these men had their ideas on how all African women they encountered behaved, and African women are more than what these men perceive us to be.
Another incident…Just a couple of days ago, my boyfriend and I were in Hong Kong. We were leaving our hostel and were on our way to dinner. We were in the elevator of the hostel with three Indian men and an Asian woman (I couldn’t tell if she was Chinese or Japanese or Korean because, I’m bad at that). My boyfriend had his back to the elevator doors and I was facing him. All of a sudden, I feel someone groping my butt!! I turned and one of the Indian men pretended to be looking in the other direction. I turned to face my boyfriend, turned back to face the Indian man, gave him a nasty look and said “that is NOT OK, sir! Not okay at all!” He goes on and on about how he’s “sorry” and he “didn’t mean to” and all this other bull crap. I looked at my boyfriend, who then gave the man the dirtiest look ever and trying to contain himself from going off on the guy, while this man kept going on about how “sorry” he was. Yes, he was a sorry man, to EVER THINK that he could just touch me (or any woman) in ANY WAY and think that I would be okay with that. I had half the mind to slap him but I didn’t want there to be any serious problems.
Back in mainland, I always see people giving my boyfriend and I the strangest mixtures of looks (some from the locals and some from other foreigners). Yes, I am dark chocolate while he’s more dulce de leche but I get insecure at times and feel as though we’re getting these looks because people think I’m a prostitute! 0_o. It does bother me at times but at the end of the day, I have to remember that I know who I am and what I do (I’m a teacher and a wonderful one at that), and ignore all of the people who don’t matter.
What great food and great company. I’m happy with how this dish turned out!!
I know I live in a different district and I know I could do more exploring here but, I’m really tired of it. I want to be some place new and experience new things. I would love to try my hand at living in Shanghai or continuing my adventures abroad, elsewhere….