On display-
One of the most
challenging aspects of living in China is being on display, relentlessly stared at as if in a cage or an a
pedestal. One might think that most annoying or difficult things of living in this foreign country would be the
language, or the food, or the hacking sound or the fact that you can't drink tap water...but for me, the deepest source of frustration comes from the constant staring. In general, I like being the center of attention and having people look at me, but this pushes the envelope. In an elevator, walking down the street, sitting down at a
restaurant...the location is
irrelevant because the staring never ceases. It is everyday, every moment when I am not at home or in my office...at first I thought I would get used to it, but truth be told, I can not seem to adjust. In Chinese culture, it is not rude to stare and so they do it...they ALL do it. Sometimes they even call out '
foreigner!' or point.
On occasion, the
persistent gawking lends its way to anger and I'll lash out, 'WHAT!? (in
chinese of course)' but they just get confused that I can speak their language and continue to eyeball me. I'll also stare at them until they look away. People will stare, I'll stare back, they'll look away, I'll turn my head and then they will look back at me and when I catch them looking at me again, they will turn their heads to avoid eye contact. I often continue to stare to ensure they stop.
Other times, I am afraid to cross the street because when a person stares in a car, I get worried that they will forget they are driving and smash right in to me.
I realize that in America, we are spoiled by our diversity and the richness of our differences. Being white, black,
asian,
indian, or whatever else, doesn't phase us. We are used to the streets made colorful by our
multiple ethnicities.
In China, its so different, so mono-culture that being of non-
asian decent, i constantly feel that I'm a walking, talking, breathing exhibit silently beckoning for everyone to look.
I wish they all would just think about it for a moment; if they are staring, chances are that everyone else is too and maybe, just maybe I don't like it. They could sneak a glance and be done with it.
But they don't, and one glance turns into 30 seconds, which turns into a few minutes.
Perhaps I should start charging a 'staring-fee'.
5
RMB per minute to look.
10
RMB to touch my arm and check that I'm real flesh and blood and not a mechanical wax model.