“Don’t Be Crazy Lah!”: Anti-Bride Wedding Ideas Shot Down by Mom

I recently met up with two good friends, a married couple who’ve been together forever, and tied the knot last year. They are the sweetest young couple I know, fiercely loyal to each other, clearly in love and staying that way — and after hearing about just what went into their wedding day and dinner, I’m not surprised they’re as tight as they are. Planning a wedding of that size (huge ceremony! decorations! almost 80 tables of guests!) either tears you apart or binds you for life!

And then they asked me about my own wedding planning… and from my (vague) answers, it became clear that I can be categorized as an anti-bride.

Married couple (MC): Have you decided on a date?
Me: We have our time frame, we’ll just register when it’s convenient.
MC: Found your wedding dress?
Me: Going to pick up something casual, off the rack.
MC: Bridesmaids?
Me: Nah.
MC: Wedding dinner?
Me: Maybe, will think about it later.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m excited about being married. I want the marriage. I just don’t think my personality type (introverted, freaked out if I become the center of attention, stingy with money, tense in the face of formality) can handle a “proper” wedding.

If there must be a wedding, I want it to be a kooky affair. The only time being in a group doesn’t intimidate me is when we’re being silly together, laughing at each other. I want to have a funny anti-wedding.

But a wedding is also about family, and there’s no way my mother will let me be overly eccentric.

Here are three anti-bride ideas that she’s already shot down:

1. A McWedding

Last year, people responded to news of McDonald’s McWeddings in Hong Kong with both amusement and outrage. “That’s wild!” said one friend. “That’s ridiculous!” said another. Guess which camp I belong to.

It would have been the perfect wedding for two McD’s aficionados like ourselves. We could have pledged eternal devotion to each other, then vowed to keep traveling together in a quest to try all the localized options McD’s has to offer, like the McAloo Tikki in India or the McArabia in Morocco.

2. Marrying in Matching Clothes

From wholesale7.net

Yesterday, my mom took me shopping for wedding stuff — dresses, shoes, accessories. But nothing really excited me until I saw two T-shirts — one in black that shouted I AM THE HOTTEST in white script, and the other in white with I AM THE COOLEST emblazoned across the chest.

All of a sudden I remembered the matching clothes that Chinese couples love to sport in public. I’ve always thought the trend was more quirky than corny, but have had a hard time convincing my fiance to try it. But on my wedding day… shouldn’t he bend to my wishes? I decided he should.

“These!” I exclaimed to my mom. “We can wear these when we register!”

“Wear what?” she asked, looking around and not seeing dresses or suits, and thus thoroughly confused.

“These matching T-shirts! They’re in white and black, perfect bride and groom colors!”

The withering look she gave me proved that I can’t bend her to my wishes. Fiance, your future mother-in-law saved you this time.

3. No Chinese Wedding Photos

From China Daily

One of the first wedding questions my friend and fellow cross-cultural blogger Jocelyn asked me was: “Are you going to do the wedding photos like in China?” Back then, my answer was a firm “no.”

“Official Chinese wedding photography” usually refers to the practice of posing for professional portraits in studios, not photos of the couple taken on the actual wedding day. My Chinese friends who have done it love the experience — they have so much fun trying on multiple costumes, contorting themselves into different poses for photos they will cherish many years down the road. Initially reluctant non-Chinese spouses seem to think it was worth the expense and effort when they see the final results. Some of my favorite East-West wedding photos are from:

But as much as I love ogling others’ photos, I didn’t want to take any myself. The reasons weren’t very different from why I don’t want a traditional wedding, as mentioned above. And maybe also because I have an aversion to makeup (haven’t worn any since 2007).

My mom worried that I would regret it. Actually, she was absolutely certain I would regret not having official photos, Chinese style. I can always take them down the road, I said. “Don’t be crazy lah!” she replied. “This is to remember your youth. You have nice skin now. Why do you want to take wedding photos when you are old and wrinkly?”

Since she put it that way… I guess vanity wins. Photo studio and cute poses, here we come.

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Who pays wedding expenses in an intercultural East-West relationship?

As some of you know, I’m engaged.

Like most women, I’ve been dreaming of my perfect wedding day. It goes like this — I wake up, brush my hair and put on a nice light blue dress. We have a simple breakfast with the two people who’ll be our witnesses. Pretty soon we make our way to the courthouse for our scheduled appointment with the judge. We’re positioned in her chambers, where she reminds us of the important step we are taking, and asks whether we swear to love and cherish each other, to make the bed and get the groceries together ’til death do us part. We do, so we sign the appropriate forms. We have a small dinner with our closest family and friends, and off we go on our honeymoon to check out glaciers in Iceland.

That’s it.

I never wanted a big wedding ceremony or a fancy reception. Maybe it’s because I’m an introvert, and the idea of being the center of attention for a day freaks me out. But I also balk at the idea of spending a large sum of money on a single day, and depending on red envelopes from Chinese well-wishers to help pay for it.

With my courthouse wedding, we get what we long for — legality, simplicity, and the intimate well wishes of our closest friends and family. And all that money we didn’t spend, well, that goes towards what we really need in our new life together, like a house, a DVD collection, and maybe a Siamese cat. I always wanted one of those.

My dear mom, however, has always been good about jolting me out of what she considers my silliest flights of fancy. “You think there are no expenses with a courthouse wedding?” she retorted. “You think getting married costs so little?”

“For the wedding day, yes.”

“Stop dreaming lah. You don’t want a nice dress? And this so-called small dinner for closest family and friends — you already have a dozen aunts and uncles on my side, not including their spouses. And your dad’s side has more! Even if we exclude your many cousins, that’s a lot! And a honeymoon. These are all expenses! Are you sure he can pay for everything?”

Now, I was still daydreaming until her last line. “He? Pay for everything? Why does he have to pay for everything?”

“Because he’s the guy.”

“Doesn’t the bride’s family pay for the wedding?” I asked, confused. “I thought that by having a small wedding, I would save you and dad money.”

“Save us money!” my mom is laughing her head off by now, tickled at the idea. “The groom’s side is supposed to pay for everything, and he should give us a peng kam [dowry] for you. I hope he’s not trying to be a cheapskate!”

That night, I told all this to my fiance. “Hon, they said you’re supposed to pay for the wedding.”

“What?” he was shocked. “I would have offered to help pay anyway, but… I thought the bride’s family pays for the wedding.”

Turns out he and my mother were both right.

In Chinese culture, the groom’s side pays.

In the West/America, the bride’s side pays.

Of course, lots of couples, cross-cultural or not, no longer follow these “rules.” Many couples decide to split the bill, or pay for the wedding themselves without the help of their families. My fiance, out of respect for my parents, has offered to become Chinese and pay for everything, including a traditional wedding dinner, though we’ll probably settle on sharing expenses, which I want to keep to a minimum. But I did get a good giggle thinking about what would happen if Chinese-Western couples insisted on following their respective traditions:

Asian bride, Western groom
Western bride, Asian groom

Tell me your own East-West wedding expenses story!

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To Kindle or Not to Kindle: An Itinerant Asian’s Book Dilemma

I’ve moved eight times across four countries in the last seven years and counting. What this constant relocation has taught me – avoid accumulating stuff. Furniture, appliances, electronics, clothes – stick to the essentials. No recreational shopping. In the end, stuff = expensive shipping fees + arms strained by trying to maneuver three sixty pound bags through airport terminals.

However, there remains one type of stuff that I can’t seem to get enough of: Books.

The bane of every peripatetic book lover is the blasted weight of those rectangles of dead trees. Seemingly innocuous 10 ounce paperbacks or 1.2 pound hardcovers beckon to me in bookstores and online: Read me! Love me! BUY ME! “It’s just one little book,” I’d tell myself at Borders, taking the little seducer to the cashier. “These can’t weigh that much,” I’d murmur while browsing Amazon, impulsively adding multiple books to my virtual shopping cart. Thanks to this book obsession, I’ve had too much dead weight to deal with whenever it came time to move. Most of my books eventually found their way into homes that were not mine.

Right now, I’m sitting across from my bookshelf in my parents’ house in Malaysia. These are the books I’ve managed to keep, the few I’ve lugged back and stashed here each time I returned for the holidays. Do this for seven years, and you end up with a double shelved, groaning bookcase.

My fiancé has had enough of my book hoarding. He thinks technology has found the ultimate solution for all of us roving book lovers: e-books and e-readers. “The next time we go to the States,” he said, while helping me pull my book-filled suitcase to the airport, “I’m buying you a Kindle.”

It’s not like I haven’t thought about buying a Kindle. It does seem like the perfect way for me to never part with any of my precious books again. Whether I have fifty, a hundred or a thousand titles, they will always be with me, available at the push of a button, a tap of the screen. Those sad days of losing books around the world would be over once I have a Kindle in my hands.

But like many book lovers, I hesitate. I’ve been hesitating for a year, ever since my former flat mate bought a Kindle and I saw the wonder of easy one-handed reading for myself. Yes, I wish for a Kindle whenever I strain my back lifting boxes of paperbacks. But then I pull out each carefully kept book from the box, run my hands over the cover, flip through the pages to where my favorite scenes are. I breath in the comforting smell of an aging library, and wonder how an e-reader will ever make me this happy.

People who opt for tree books often argue that their reading experience isn’t complete without the physical book in their hands. They like flipping back and forth through the book, one hand acting as place marker while the other seeks out details on prior pages. I love tree books for similar reasons, although perhaps I take the appreciation of the physical book to a higher, more obsessive compulsive level.

Because to me, books and stories are never just words on pages. I admire the object that carries the tale – the colors of the cover, the quality of the paper, the size, the weight, the stiff spine. Regardless of whether it’s a $26 hardcover or a $7.99 mass market paperback, I baby my books, keeping them away from moisture and grime, and the grubby hands that threaten to leave books dog-eared, spine-cracked and moldy.

Sometimes I wonder whether my obsession with keeping books pristine is a particularly Asian one. I wrap my book covers in clear plastic to help them last longer, a practice that is apparently wildly popular in Asia, perhaps Australia, and nowhere else. See the YouTube videos below for examples of other Asians who like wrapping books:

My book-wrapping habit started when I moved to Malaysia as a tween, where many classes actual required students to wrap all our school books in plastic to protect them from wear and tear. The plastic-wrap habit was unheard of in my Canadian childhood, where by the middle of every school year, my half-used exercised books would already be stained from Kool-Aid and melted snowflakes, and starting to tear at the spines.

How does someone who worships the physicality of books switch to e-books? Would books matter less to me if I don’t have to put any effort into maintaining them?

And then there’s the other common argument against going digital – e-books from major publishers sometimes cost the same or slightly more than their physical versions. Even though I understand why these e-books are not dirt cheap (manufacturing tree books are only a small cost in the publishing process), this Asian book lover still balks – how can I bring myself to pay the same amount for a book I can’t hold in my hands? At this moment, the Amazon Kindle edition of Lisa See’s Dreams of Joy costs $11.99, while the trade paperback is selling there for $10.20. Wah, pay over one dollar less, can get a pretty printed copy! What for have Kindle?

In the end, I think value-minded penny-pinchers like me will unhesitatingly get a Kindle in this scenario: if publishers offered the irresistible magic words — package deals.

BUY HARDCOVER, ADD $1.99 FOR KINDLE EDITION! LIMITED TIME ONLY!

BUY KINDLE EDITION, ADD $4.99 FOR PAPERBACK!

Or something like that. This way, I get the best of both — the convenience of the Kindle during my travels, plus a library of beautiful books awaiting the day I finally settle into a house in the suburbs, one that I can weigh down with all the books in the world.

Amazon, get to it. Thanks.

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Happy Valentine’s Day and a third start to 2012

Valentine’s Day never meant much to me before. Even last year, my first February 14 with a steady boyfriend, all we did was eat some chicken at Kenny Rogers and read in bed. Very low-key. That was all I wanted.

This year is very different. I’m longing for Valentine’s Day to hurry up and hit me on the head with all its lovey-doveyness and silliness and joy and commercialism. I want to treat myself, indulge in a fancy meal, go on a shopping spree, embrace my friends, appreciate my family, snuggle up to my fiancé and remind him I love him.

But for me, this Valentine’s isn’t about romance. Instead, it’s a calendar event that’s early enough in the year to mark a new beginning, a much-needed third start to 2012.

Because the first two really sucked.

For the Gregorian New Year, I was too busy panicking over a life-altering event to pay much attention to the new year.

For Chinese New Year, I was too busy grieving over a lost dream to pay much attention to the new year.

Writing is my therapy, and if I decide I’m brave enough to bare my soul, I may post a short series on what happened as a way to resolve some conflicted feelings and pay tribute to a brief hope.

But before that, I intend on having a splendid third new year, and I hope you do to. Happy Val’s.

Christine

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My final post on Asian/white interracial relationships

In the year I’ve spent blogging about Asian/white relationships, one question was asked more than others. Sometimes this question was put forth by people wanting a thoughtful answer; other times, it was aggressively thrown at me as a way of suggesting my relationship is far from genuine.

The question took different forms, but the gist of it was: “White male/Asian female couples outnumber Asian male/white female couples. Doesn’t this disparity prove that white male/Asian female relationships are based on something other than real affection and mutual respect?”

Well, here is the Shanghai Shiok! answer, based purely on personal opinion after years of trolling the Internet and talking to Asian/white couples of various age groups in different countries:

In short, I will never deny that WM/AF couples greatly outnumber AM/WF couples.

However, I really believe there isn’t a great disparity between the number of genuinely loving and respectful relationships between both types of pairings.

The great disparity lies in the types of pairings that get people riled up on the Internet. The problem, to me, is that shallow, superficial relationships between white men and Asian women vastly outnumber the same sort of suspicious pairings between Asian men and white women. And sadly, these types of WM/AF pairings are the most visible ones, because they often create spectacles of themselves — they are the Asian women posting YouTube videos bashing Asian men, the white men on forums making disrespectful comments about their latest Asian fling, the old drunk gentleman with his barely-dressed escort. They are the ones who “self-hate” and “exoticize,” publicly declare they can only date white guys, boast about their Asian conquests, and look down on other types of interracial pairings as inferior. They are the Douchebags, the Jerks, and the Ambitious who think dating a white man or Asian woman “betters” them, financially or socially. Sometimes one partner has good intentions but is simply Naive, and doesn’t realize that the other partner is in the relationship for dubious reasons. And even when these relationships fail — as relationships tend to do when you get together for superficial reasons — those are the types of WM/AF pairings we remember, because they were so offensive and in-your-face to forget.

I sincerely think that because the barriers to entry for Asian male/white female relationships are higher, the vast majority of AM/WF couples who do get together and eventually marry do so carefully, with real commitment and good intentions on both sides.

The genuine WM/AF couples live differently from their more visible counterparts. They live quietly. They keep their heads low and don’t make spectacles of themselves. Despite what the cynics think, skin color didn’t bring them together and doesn’t keep them together. Most weren’t looking for someone of a different race; the decision to commit to each other was a difficult one, because of the personal challenges they knew they (and their children) would face due to their different backgrounds. There is mutual respect for where and what the other comes from. There is usually not a huge disparity in age, income, or more importantly, level of educational attainment (intellectual equals). The white male is humble and has Asian male friends whom he’s close to and sees as equals; the Asian female appreciates her own culture and ensures her children are exposed to it. These couples cannot maintain friendships with the shallow WM/AF couples who only resemble them on the surface; they have little patience for that sort of shit, and they’re too busy trying to make a living, raise their children, pay their taxes, deal with crazy Auntie Chan or Grandpa Smith, and simply live their lives to let the stereotypes others create get the better of them.

And I think it’s time I do the same, and leave this topic for good.

Take care, everyone. I’ll be back soon with another cross-cultural topic, but without the focus on dating and relationships.

Till then,

Christine

 

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Happy 2012! Shanghai Shiok is in shock

Dear readers and friends, a big happy new year to you!

And what a new year this one will be.

I’m still reeling from shock, thanks to certain events that happened as the old year ended and the new one began. Maybe I can write about them soon, when I’ve sorted some things out. If I’m able to maintain this blog, it will be moving into a different direction, since many of the concerns I had last year have faded in importance. I enjoyed writing those posts when I did, and thank you for reading them.

So goodbye for now. As a silly aside, I’m glad I finally made it up to Beijing for the first time — I’ve ticked off another renminbi note in my old goal of following the money around China.

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White female academics suggest minority women with white men are sluts and gold-diggers

Young minority women -- quick to jump into bed and cohabit with white men for "status-caste exchange," says a new study.

Actual dialogue between my white boyfriend and I yesterday night:

“Honey, when you look at me, do you feel colonial?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Am I a proxy for you to sexualize all Asian women?”

“Are you on the Internet again?”

Yes, I had been online again. A reader, frustrated with how I constantly deny that my white male/Asian female relationship follows certain “societal streams,” pointed me to an article which he believed would enlighten me on the nature of my relationship and others like mine.

The article summarizes a new study which is flat out absurd, insensitive, bigoted, and racist — but since it’s conducted under the dignified umbrella of academic research, it’s perfectly acceptable to put these ideas out there.

Two privileged white female academics get together and make powerful statements about women who they deem unprivileged. These nuggets of wisdom include the suggestion that unprivileged women exchange their bodies for the material benefits and social status associated with the privileged white men whom these academics feel are most suited to their own caste. At a minimum, their study “proves” that privileged white women (like themselves) wouldn’t jump into those white guys’ beds as quickly as those coloured hussies. After all, they have statistics to prove it.

Their hypotheses, quoted from their actual paper:

Hypothesis 1: The tempo of sex and cohabitation will be fastest for relationships involving white men and minority women and slowest for relationships involving white women and minority men.

Hypothesis 2: Interracial relationships will progress more slowly from sexual involvement to marriage than racially homogamous relationships.

Hypothesis 3: Some factors increase involvement in different types of relationships (e.g., interracial romances) and hasten sexual involvement and shared living, producing spurious effects.

Using data from two 2002 U.S. national surveys to analyze the heterosexual relationships of youths ages 18-24, the two white female academics responsible for this paper extrapolated enough evidence to suggest that white men and minority women:

  1. On average, had sex after one month of dating, almost twice as fast as white-white couples;
  2. Moved in together quicker than same-race partners;
  3. Persisted in “status-caste exchanges.” A quote from the actual paper: “…minority women partnered with white men received the highest values on interviewer-rated physical attractiveness, while white men with minority women reported the highest personal income.” Basically, the pretty minority women traded their looks for men with money.

Take away the polite academic jargon, and what the paper basically says is that minority females are sluts and gold-diggers.

According to the two authors’ interpretation of their data, the pace of sexual involvement and cohabitation for white women and minority men did not differ significantly by race of partner. I.e., white women are not as likely to be sluts and gold-diggers, and minority men are not creeps who let women use them sexually and financially.

Here’s how they turn human beings into automatons:

While “solidarity and affection and personal choice” no doubt remain important aspects of relationships (Rosenfeld 2005:1320), there is also strong evidence of status exchange.

I don’t understand why “status exchange” is presented as the particular domain of white men dating minority women. What man does not prefer a physically attractive woman as a partner, same-race or interracial? What woman does not prefer a financially viable man, same-race or interracial, especially if she is not well-off herself? Would a Chinese woman raised with the cultural expectation that her husband of whatever race must earn more than her (whether she pursues that sort of man or not), treat notions of status exchange as an epiphany? Until anyone can declare that white men rarely pursue attractive white women and minority women rarely care about the financial status of minority men, it is careless to make harmful, sweeping generalizations about how special sex and money are in minority women’s relationships with white men.

However, what I find most absurd about this study is that it looks at couples aged 18-24 (to be fair, the authors do acknowledge their age range is limited). The data consists of those barely out of college, many of whom had yet to start their careers. How do you significantly comment on the economic traits of people so young? And how much can these fledgling relationships built on little life experience accurately reflect the diverse circumstances in which interracial pairings come together?

In the end, this study is great ammunition to fuel the hatred of those who already think that white male/minority female relationships are unequal and unhealthy and rotten to the core. If I were trying to reverse anti-miscegenation laws, I would treat this paper as polite printed justification backed by the ivory tower. I would bask in the paper’s line of argument, that minority women and white men rush into relationships too quickly, have “less time to gather information on a prospective partner and ascertain whether goals and values are compatible,” have less support from family and friends, have higher chances of contraceptive failure and abortions. After all, “interracial relationships are not like all relationships; these couples generally perceive less acceptance and encouragement from family and friends (Vaquera and Kao 2005),” and thus have the highest chances of failure.

The results of this study brought back the nausea I felt for academia after years of social sciences. I always found it distasteful, the act of using quantitative data to meaningfully explain human motivations and actions, data manipulation and researcher bias often brushed aside in a footnote. I’m still flabbergasted that someone decided to send me this article to “teach” me something about myself and my choices, since apparently writing an academic paper makes one more qualified to talk about these issues than living each day as a minority woman in an interracial relationship.

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The Art of Kissing a Shorter Man: A conversation with Jocelyn Eikenburg

A few weeks ago, one of my best friends, knowing I am in a relationship with a shorter man, sent me the following excerpt from an outdated manual on kissing:

It is […] necessary that the man be taller than the woman. The psychological reason for this is that he must always give the impression of being his woman’s superior, both mentally and especially physically. The physical reason, with which we are more concerned, is that if he is taller than his woman, he is better able to kiss her. He must be able to sweep her into his strong arms, and tower over her, and look down into her eyes, and cup her chin in his fingers and then, bend over her face and plant his eager, virile lips on her moist, slightly parted, inviting ones. All of this he must do with the vigor of an assertive male. And, all of these are impossible when the woman is the taller of the two. For when the situation is reversed, the kiss becomes only a ludicrous banality. The physical mastery is gone, the male prerogative is gone, everything is gone but the fact that two lips are touching two other lips. Nothing can be more disappointing.

– The Art of Kissing, 1936

This paragraph definitely riled me up and became the inspiration for my latest post on Diaspora @ chinaSMACK, “The Art of Kissing a Shorter Man.”

But before launching myself into a writing frenzy, I decided to talk to someone in the same boat as me. Jocelyn Eikenburg is the blogger behind the immensely popular Speaking of China, where she writes about love, relationships and family. I absolutely adore Jocelyn — not only is she kind, patient, and always willing to answer any of my questions, she’s also in an intercultural relationship with a shorter man! I definitely wanted to hear what she had to say. I used some quotes from our brief email interview for the chinaSMACK post; the full transcript is below. Thank you Jocelyn for sharing your thoughts.

Christine: Whoa! What’s your first reaction to that Art of Kissing excerpt about guys needing to be taller and physically superior?

Jocelyn: My first reaction is, this is as out of date as “close your eyes and think of England.” Why should the man’s height/physical superiority somehow make a difference in how good the kiss is? As my husband would say, it’s very unscientific. And when he mentions “the male prerogative” in this context, it’s as if kissing is sort of a “man’s job,” like we’re supposed to be some “Stepford Wife,” having to wait around for him to kiss us. Seriously?

C: Not to pry too much, but how do you kiss your shorter man/how does he kiss you? Any tips about angles of bodies, etc.?

J: I’m all about the standing kiss. I figure, if you’re woman enough to be comfortable in yourself and be inches taller than your man, embrace that difference by kissing in the way everyone would NEVER expect you to love kissing — standing face to face. Sometimes I have to angle my head down a bit, but I think it’s actually super-sexy. That’s because my man always holds me tightly around my waist — and, well, sometimes loves to let his hands go a little “South of the border” (which might even be easier for a guy who is shorter than you to do).

My favorite intercultural relationship blogger and her husband at their wedding!

C: It’s a common complaint that Asian guys are badly stereotyped in Hollywood, as short, emasculated, etc. But I’m starting to realize that short guys of all races are media victims too, and taller woman/shorter man couples are usually the butt of bad jokes. Can you name some movies demeaning short men or taller woman/shorter man couples off the top of your head?

J: I do know it happens in TV. Did you ever see the episode of Sex and the City called “Politically Erect” in Season 3? Samantha ends up sleeping with a guy who is shorter than her, and here’s how they describe it: “That night, Jeff proved to Samantha that he more than made up for his shortcomings. Samantha told us later it was like having sex with a horny smurf.” I also remember growing up, when I used to watch this one show called “Evening Shade” and one of the guys was short and a bit idiotic — one time he ended up with this tall glamazon type who must have been 1 foot above him, as a punch line at the end of the episode.

C: What do you feel about these shows now that you’re with John?

J: It feels weird. Why is it that my relationship isn’t good enough to get more positive portrayals in the media? Why should it only be a punchline? It’s almost like taller women shorter men are one of those few areas where it’s still socially acceptable to ridicule us in the media. It’s too bad, because if that wasn’t the case, maybe more of us would be more open-minded about it.

C: Are we really able to dismiss the notion of wanting a physically superior male?

J: I’m guilty as charged in this area. I was shocked by just how much taller I was than John — I had no idea until I asked him for lunch. It did make me feel a little uncomfortable at first. And even though I was a little attracted to him initially, part of me didn’t know if I could deal with the height difference.

C: Do you ever miss being in the arms of a taller, larger man, and being able to rest your head on his shoulder when you’re walking together?

J: Do I miss it sometimes? I don’t know. I honestly never really think about what it would be like, and maybe that’s because John and I have been together for so long?

Well, I did think about it once, during our wedding. In China, the man often will carry his bride in his arms — which is pretty much impossible for us. Still, John can lift me up and even carried me down seven flights of stairs when I sprained an ankle, which is why I always tell people that John’s stature is misleading when it comes to strength. The greatness of a man isn’t measured in inches.

Read Jocelyn’s own post about loving a shorter (Chinese) man here.

My chinaSMACK post on kissing a shorter man here

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Unhinged reader seeks advice on adulterous tryst with Chinese woman

I often hear from readers who need someone to talk to about their cross-cultural or interracial relationships. However, I’ve never quite gotten an email like the one that popped into my inbox yesterday evening, hopefully because my readers know that I absolutely condemn cheating, adultery and deception, interracial or not. I am unable to think of affairs as relationships. Thus, after mulling over this email, I’ve decided to turn the matter over to my readers, and ask you to respond to this gentleman’s dilemma. His email is reproduced below, edited only to protect his identity. Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments.

I have a problem that I couldn’t share with anybody, so I hope you will find time to read this and maybe give me your advice.

Let me give you some information about myself. I’m Caucasian guy, in early forties, married 2 kids. Live in the states.
It all started some 9 months ago.
Met a very cute, but 15 years younger Chinese born and raised girl, that moved to the states some 5 years ago. We started to see each other, and very soon both crazy fell in love.
At that time she was single. However, her parents kept pushing her to get a husband and even recommended a Chinese guy that she should start dating with.
I offered to get divorce and marry her. First she said, divorce are messy and take long time. So i said, it will not be messy. I will leave everything to my wife if that is going to speed up the process.
Then she said she couldn’t marry me because I’m Caucasian and her parents will never approve this.
So, 2 months after we started seeing each other, she said yes to the Chinese guy recommended by her parents. She tried to break up with me, but she couldn’t.
I said to her, that I love her so much and I will accept that she “has to marry” this other guy, if she can keep seeing me.
So we continue. And our love kept growing up.
The Chinese moved to live with her and after 3 months he proposed to her, and she said yes. She didn’t yet sleep with him, they live in separate rooms.
We kept making love for 2-3 times a week and seeing each other almost every day.
She said she will not share the bed with her future husband until the day they get married, which is going to be in 2 weeks.
As that day is approaching i feel like i’m going to die. I offered to do anything for her, but she said that she cant live with me, but cant live without me either.
I accepted that she is going to marry the other guy, but I cant imagine her sleeping with somebody else.

She said that i shouldn’t worry, that for her it will be just a job that she has to do.
She even pushed me not to divorce. Since I started seeing her, I stopped making love with my wife and even moved to sleep in another room.
I feel like I’m going crazy.

Taking into account your experience and openness in writing about relationships, could you please give me your opinion about this. If you need more information I will be happy to share with you.

 

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Photos: Barbie comes to Hong Kong for Christmas, dressed by Guo Pei

I’ve never been the same since the six-floor Barbie store on Huaihai Lu closed down in March. It took all the pinkness out of my life and left my Shanghai days dreary and gray after having been my form of escapism since a friend first dragged me there two years ago.

So, I was more than a little excited when, walking around Hong Kong’s Times Square last night, I saw The Unmistakable Glow of Barbie Pinkness coming from the second floor. The small exhibit and Barbie shop were roped off for a press and VIP preview, but after telling staff how desperately I had loved the Barbie store in Shanghai, and that I was the proud possessor of a Barbie passport (worldwide privilege, right?), they let me and my companion in.

It’s a temporary Christmas display, running from November 17 (today!) until January 1, 2012. “Some of the materials here, both the structure and the merchandise, come from the Shanghai store,” a staff member told me. “It really is a reunion for us then!” exclaimed my friend, a Hong Kong resident and fellow fan of Barbie Shanghai.

Unique to this exhibit are the fantastical, fairy-tale inspired fashions by Chinese haute couture designer Guo Pei, who dressed Barbie in miniature versions of her 2007 life-size creations. So beautifully weird, and delightfully intricate.  Continue reading

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