Showing posts with label Shanghai. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shanghai. Show all posts

Monday, May 27, 2013

Little Questions for Little Girls

Yesterday as I was performing my sisterly duties of straightening Jody's hair, I asked her about the dress she was getting tailored for the big school dance. We gossiped about the tailor's poor quality and lack of responsiveness while brainstorming hair styles that would go well with her outfit.

Then I looked into the mirror at my favorite 13 year old who grinned back at me, curving her dancing brown eyes into crescent moons shaped like mine. She was growing into a beautiful young woman, alternating between exaggerated confidence/ aggression in basketball and poetry composition and the fidgety awkwardness of figuring out how to smooth out her naturally bouncy locks, checking off yet another intangible prerequisite of popularity.

All of a sudden, I remembered a Huffington Post article that Mike sent me a few days earlier about how we should engage little girls in conversation about what they're thinking rather than what they're wearing.

So, carefully avoiding burning my fingers on her straightening iron, I asked her what she was reading.

Oddly, I was hesitant.

What if she wasn't reading anything at the moment? Did that question make me sound "mom-ish"? Was it too serious for a girly getting-ready-together chatter? Who (apart from book club ladies) would ask that?

She fiddled with her hair tie. I picked another piece of hair to straighten.

Oh, I am reading the Hobbit, but really I'm loving Greek mythology right now.

She told me about the differences in Greek and Egyptian mythological structural patterns. I learned about her favorite Greek Gods and heard some stories with seemingly dubious morals.

Then, she turned around and asked What are you reading?

I shared with her a little about The Innovator's DNA and how I had always wondered if successful entrepreneurs were simply born and not made and whether I could teach myself to become more innovative. As I build our startup, I always felt insecure about being a more delivery-driven nerd and not necessarily the wild hippie innovators that were featured on Time magazine.

In between my little brother walking in to show us his toned abs and asking for an opinion on his tie, we discussed how we could be creative not only with art, but also with processes, people, product, sales, and team building.

As I added the final touches to her hair, Jody turned around and hugged me. Tight.


With Jody at a Palestinian market.

That conversation could have been a forgettable no brainer had I not asked that simple question what are you reading? 

In fact, now I wonder how many such missed opportunities I've had with my sisters and my friends.

Cute dress. Love your hair. OMG I hate you - you're so skinny now! Where did you get that?

Us girls tend to resort to these types of compliments and conversation starters when we see each other. Even though I try to consciously compliment behavior rather than looks (and achievement), I often catch myself falling back into the familiar pattern with the group of teenage girls whom I teach at church.

How we compliment each other matters, regardless of the gender of the recipient, because that's how we communicate what we care about. We send the right message to our girls by first asking the right questions. We can't tell them to ignore what the world tells them about their waistlines or their hair when that's what we point out first with our admiring eyes.

I won't lie - I can never suppress a smile whenever a boyfriend whispers into my ear that I am very attractive to him at that moment. Or when my parents look up and tell me that I look beautiful in that church dress when I walk down the stairs.

So, I'm not saying that we should refrain from noticing and complimenting each other on physical attributes. But we definitely should be more aware of the balance of compliments and conversations we generally have, particularly with our little girls. Because little girls like to please and they please based on what we tell them is pleasing. So please tell them that it's wonderful they are trying so hard to work through those complicated Math questions, or inviting the new kid at school to eat lunch at their table, or signing up for the competitive debate team. Tell them things that matter even if you only have five minutes. Because those five minutes add to 35 minutes every week and 1820 minutes every year - all precious minutes of helping them become the strong, kind, and intelligent women this world needs.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Eight hours

On June 13, 2010.
 
6:30 p.m. My flight to Beijing was supposed to start boarding half an hour ago.
 
6:45 p.m. Supposed flight takeoff time
 
8:45 p.m. Still sitting in the Shanghai airport, staring at my plane that was parked outside.
 
9:36 p.m. Started talking to a cute boy sitting next to me. Turns out he's doing an internship in Beijing too.
 
10:45 p.m. Still waiting. The flight attendent told us that there is an "unspecified delay" because of an electrical storm in Beijing.
 
11:30 p.m. Decided to go home instead of crashing on an airport couch.
 
11:35 p.m. Said goodbye to my new friend. I don't think I've even told him my name.
 
12:00 a.m. The flight attendent told me that they had lost my lugguage.
 
12:15 a.m. The same flight attendent told me that he could not rebook me for another flight to Beijing the next day unless I have my lugguage in my hand.
 
12:16 a.m. Just stared at him.
 
12:20 a.m. People started a fight in front of the ticket counter. 200 planes were grounded. People were chanting "we want water, we want food, we want a bus!" I was not as demanding; I just wanted my lugguage and a new ticket.
 
1:22 a.m. They found my lugguage!
 
1:25 a.m. Was informed that the ticket rebooking system had crashed because so many people were rebooking.
 
2:49 a.m. Got my new ticket. My parents picked me up.
 
3:35 a.m. Crashed onto my bed at home.
 
 

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Touchy hands, touchy feelings

I went shopping today to pick out a few tops before I start work tomorrow. I wandered around a shopping district in Beijing and just followed the crowd. Chinese people like to gather around one place. They see a long line and line up regardless of whether they know what's at the end of it. After all, it must be something worth buying if others are waiting around for it.

Meanwhile, other shops have people waiting around to la ke 拉客, or to "pull the customers" and drag them to their shops instead. Some of those people are mildly flirtatious, trying to sweet talk you into following them. Others shove unwanted ads into your hands while edging you towards their shop corner. Today I was dogged by really aggressive pushers. Two kept following me even after I told them no thanks. They even went down the escalator with me. I could feel them breathing down my neck. The boy with the spiked up, purple-streaked hair and the brow piercings said, " Hey beautiful girl, I'm not a bad guy, come with me." His friend, with even more piercings, nodded and kept pulling at my clothes. Finally, I got kind of upset and yelled at them not to touch me.

The purple hair guy seemed hurt. He mumbled, "What's the big deal with me touching you?" His friend nodded again and looked away.

And for some reason, I almost felt bad.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

A Chinese hospital experience

(Above: Patients lining to wait for their medicine. Self-help machines to check medicine costs. Flow of operations at the hospital.)

My eyes have been freaking out on me for a couple of months so one of the first things my mom did was to take me to the hospital here in Shanghai. The hospital was more crowded than a Forever 21 store on Black Friday. And it was a week day. My mom and I got there at 8:30 a.m. and all the registration numbers were gone. You see, in order to see a doctor in China, you have to line up for a gua hao, a registration number. After the quota of the day is exhausted,  they turn away people. Some patients start lining up at 4 a.m. in order to secure a gua hao. You also get to request specific doctors. The doctors' names and specialties are listed on a giant board and they are ranked as "top level experts" and "experts". I just randomly picked the ones that had nice smiles and beautiful names.

Based on my limited experience here in Shanghai and in DC when I was in the hospital because of a snakebite, I've come up with a little list comparing the two.

Side by side:
American and Chinese hospitals

:: The Chinese hospital had self-help machines where you can check the prices of all the medicines beforehand so you know what to expect. In America, I just received 4 or 5 bills that charged me random, exorbitant amounts.

:: In US, I rolled my eyes when I had to wait 45 minutes for a doctor. Here, we finally got to see a doctor only because we had connections.

:: Some of the Shanghai nurses were ferocious, whereas my DC nurse sneaked me extra pudding, wheeled me around to show off my ballooned leg, and pulled up her shirt randomly to show me all her stretch marks.

:: The DC triage nurse told me that I had sprained my ankle when I was really bitten by a copperhead; my Chinese doctor took two minutes to determine what was wrong with my eye. The Chinese doctors apparently see up to a thousand patients a day.

:: My anti-venom shots cost apparently 20,000 USD per shot (I had three). Subsequent visits to the doctors, only to be reprimanded for not taking my meds, cost at least $250 USD each time. In Shanghai, I was charged 15 RMB (2 USD) to see the doctor and an extra $120 RMB for the medicine (roughly 20 USD).

:: But lucky for my parents, insurance covered most of my DC bills (which were crazy, especially with all the dessert I ordered). I'm not exactly sure how, or if, insurance works in China.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

The eXpo Factor

Shanghai is crazy about its coming out party. In fact, the whole of China is. Shanghai has been preparing for the World Expo for 8 years and has apparently spent more to remake the city than Beijing did to revamp itself for the Olympics.

Through private channels, we were given "preview" tickets to tour inside before it officially opened. Some of the buildings were fantastically constructed. The UK pavilion sported a porcupine look, with seeds from different plants at the ends of the thousands of glass shards. The Latvian pavilion was disco-ballesque, with colorful mirror plates shimmering in the sun. In comparison, the US one spelled practical and homely, with brand giants like GE and Chevron plastered on the inside walls.

The Expo fever spread to the Chinese countryside as well. As a family, we biked to a nearby village to get away from the city. As we were eating our ice cream at a little store, a group of villagers surrounded us. Two men were sporting bright red arm bands and proudly announced that they were "Expo representatives". Their duties were to "welcome the foreigners and keep the peace" to make sure that the Expo runs smoothly. Mostly, they just lovingly fingered the leather seat of my dad's professional bike and tried to convince my mom that the Sprite, with September 2007 as its expiry date, was safe to drink.

Let's just hope that the party is everything Shanghai, especially the villagers, had imagined it to be.