Showing posts with label cross-cultural moments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cross-cultural moments. Show all posts

Monday, February 08, 2010

Those Foreign Men

Anyone remember the tale of the young lady who had a catfight in the street over the affections of an alleged AIT employee? Reprise that tale on my blog, for the heroine of They're Rogering Our Women! is back with Rogered by Whitey: the Sequel. The Liberty Times has the call in Chinese.

Our Heroine claims that the guy somehow hurt her to the tune of NT$5000 in medical fees, which he blithely blew off. Because he used a fake ID and she couldn't find him, she says, she used a pic of one of the female stars of Cape No. 7 to entice him into coming out for a date, then got a friend of hers to pose as the woman in the photo. Woman #2 and her boyfriend then followed the hapless Aussie back to his lair someone in the wilds of Chunghsiao East Rd, Sec 4. She then filed a complaint with the police and Our Men in Blue pounced on the offender as he left his home.

They're rogering our women! is always a good trope when the news is slow, in most any culture. And on blogs!

UPDATE: Link fixed.
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Daily Links:
  • Chinese hawks demand new Cold War. "A major-general in the People’s Liberation Army (PLA), Luo Yuan, told a television audience that more missiles would be deployed against Taiwan. And a PLA strategist, Colonel Meng Xianging, said China would “qualitatively upgrade” its military over the next 10 years to force a showdown “when we’re strong enough for a hand-to-hand fight with the US”."
  • Gerrit van der Wees' review of new Jay Taylor book on the Generalissimo.
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Friday, August 21, 2009

Help! AIT is Rogering Our Women!

The tabloid Apple Daily ran a couple of stories today on -- wait for it -- an alleged AIT guy who had sex with a local girl (story). Imagine it -- two consenting adults boinking in the privacy of his place. That just never happens in Taiwan, and is certainly news when it does.

The sordid story is quickly told. According to the article, which consists entirely of her side, he picked her up on Tagged.com, which as insiders know, is a great place to find Taiwanese femmes who want to have sex with foreigners. They met a couple of times, boinked once at his place, then she asked the guard at the building where the man's apartment is about the guy, and the guard said he worked for AIT and was always bringing home girls. She hid out, busted him with another femme, and a fight in the street ensued. He also took naked pictures of her, which she wants back. The article discusses how he was identified as working at AIT though -- how convenient for all involved -- he isn't in Taiwan.

Note to pick up line collectors, dude has classic, according to our tattler: 我要愛妳,想要與妳做愛...因為我們都經歷地震瀕臨死亡,我不想浪費任何一天。 "Let's make love -- we both came close to death in an earthquake, and I don't want to waste another day." One wonders how anyone who would fall for a line like that could get into Political U.

Fun with the media: note the report detail -- NT$150K a month in rent, it breathlessly says, thus stimulating both our class resentment and our salacious instincts. A twofer!

What's going on? Long experience in Taiwan says that when locals want to take down The Foreigner, an appeal to the trope They're Rogering Our Women! is a common method. Some of you might remember the tale from June of 2007, when a West Point cadet was apparently set up by a woman who felt "uncomfortable" after sex, and decided that notifying a UDN reporter was a good way to discharge her ill feeling. That occurred after some positive news about the first Taiwanese woman to graduate from West Point hit the media. Quick! They're Rogering Our Women!

Similar situation here, my paranoid suspicious side says. A glance at the news shows that the US has been in the news in a positive light -- our aircraft are here delivering aid to the locals. Lookin' spiffy and doin' the right thing, garnering praise and positive views for the US. Can't have that! This time it is Apple Daily with the negative news about the US to counterbalance the good news, whose subtext says: They're Rogering Our Women! Oversexed and over here, those Americans.

To drive home the point that They're Rogering Our Women! and it is a bad thing, Apple Daily offers its -- "readers" is too elevated a word -- customers an in-depth analysis by an "expert" of how the sense of inferiority among Taiwanese women drives them into the arms of foreigners. And the special bonus insight of one "Kelly" who says 90% of the foreigners here are losers -- although the losingness of foreigners hasn't prevented her from adopting a foreign name. Sense of inferiority? You make the call, but unless you have an urgent need to throw up silently in your mouth, I'd skip the analysis.
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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

A Taiwanese Yankee in King George's Court

National Cathedral overlooks fog on the Potomac on a crisp fall morning. The weather has been amazing this week...

Ah, America. I love coming back here, where I am thin...

I came to Washington, DC to deliver a paper on wine marketing in Taiwan. That gigantic thud you heard about 3 pm eastern standard time was the sound of the pressure from that paper falling off my shoulders. I’ve been obsessing about it for a couple of months now...

Yes, that's right. There is an image of the two pandas in the National Zoo on metro tickets in Washington. Because as everyone knows there is nothing to see or do in Washington, and so our nation's capital must place the national symbol of another nation on its metro tickets.

The paper was presented at INFORMS 2008, a ginormous operations research and marketing science conference that saw something like 800 presentations spread across four days and two hotels. One of the topics at the conference was consumer behavior, and my brilliant and insightful friend Clyde Warden had set up a panel on marketing in Chinese culture to which four papers had been submitted, among them mine. Clyde, who is a very clear and practiced presenter, talked about the relationship between poultry purchase, market channel choice, and religion in Taiwan. I then followed with my paper on wine marketing. The audience was included a group of Chinese from China, all PhD students from the University of Maryland, who had volunteered to take care of setting up projectors, directing people to the right rooms, and so forth. They were interested in what the foreigners had to say about Chinese culture.

After my presentation had gushed out of me at the speed of thought (I always talk too fast), an audience member asked how the really educated consumers of wine in Taiwan experienced the taste elements of the wine itself, things like tannins, its bouquet, and so on. I knew the answer, and so did Clyde, and so did the Chinese sitting in the audience. But of course, to say the answer would be to get labeled as ethnocentric. Hence I danced around the question.

After the session was finished the Chinese came up to talk to us, and I found myself talking to a tall, slim, high-shouldered, oval-faced grad student from Beijing, a lovely girl much younger than myself. She repeated the question about the educated wine consumers, and then answered it with the simple answer I dared not give: “They don’t care about the taste. They just want to drink it to show how rich they are.”

Me in front of the Holocaust Museum. An amazing, moving experience.

Americans in Taiwan frequently express contempt for the conformist culture of status and prestige in Taiwan. In Taiwan this culture has clearly defined prestige tokens like XO and Mercedes Benz cars and LV bags whose acquisitions confers status upon the owner. Taiwanese compete to acquire these items of prestige and show them off to each other, to be like everyone else only more so, and with better stuff. In US culture this kind of thinking is disparaged as “keeping up with the Jones”. Such status chasing is a widespread behavior in Taiwanese culture – in academia where I currently reside it takes the form of forcing grad students to publish in high-ranking journals because of the status accrued to the university, or paying high-ranking scholars from abroad to speak in Taiwan – not because they are interested in their ideas, but because they hope that some of their status will slough off onto the locals, as if the scholar trailed status like mana in his wake. But Americans who criticize Taiwanese for their conformist materialist status-chasing, are, like the Taiwanese who buy LV bags and buy imported wine, simply working out their cultural programming.

Like Taiwan, my homeland has its own conformist culture, a conformist culture of nonconformism. Be your own man, we’re told. Be yourself. Stand out from the herd. In US culture the acquisition of a Benz is nice but it lacks unique non-conformist elements and thus does not confer much prestige or status. People will just shrug if you tell them you own a Benz. Let’s imagine, though, an unusual car pulls into the parking lot. You ask the owner what kind of car it is, and the owner tells you it is a kit car. Cool! He has just conformed to our conformist culture of nonconformism by purchasing an expensive toy that he has to assemble himself. This displays unusual skills and resources – time, money, uniqueness and the authentic experience of driving an unusual vehicle. In US culture an important element of such hobbies is the authenticity of the experience – hence the questioner’s inquiry as to what wine drinkers in Taiwan taste: do they have an authentic experience? Other elements of Cool Hobbies might include the expense of the hobby and its rarity. My well-off uncle collects cars of the 1960s, but that hobby lacks some the element of rarity or uniqueness, such vehicles are not uncommon. But he also collects Lionel trains made before 1950, which are rare indeed, and expensive. People who hear that award him points. Of course he repairs and runs the trains (authentic experience). Rarity, however, must still contain an element of familiarity –it must still be recognized as a prestige token. If you tell Americans you made it to the top of K2 much prestige will accrue, since all educated people know that K2 is a bitch-goddess that thrives on human sacrifice and thus Climbing K2 is included in their list of Cool Things, but if you tell them you summited Cerro Chalten no one but an aficionado will know why you are so amazing, and you will not be awarded so many points.

Our panel announcement...feeling a bit like Steve Martin in The Jerk here (my name! in print!).

Adventure travel is a good example of the way the two cultures look at status. Taiwanese are wealthy and many among them could afford to join one of those guided expeditions that regularly put moderately well-off Americans on the summit of the world’s highest mountain. Yet, consider the number of Taiwanese who own Benzes, compared to the number who have summited Everest. If you tell a Taiwanese you have surmounted Everest they are likely to give you a politely uncomprehending look, unless they are my father in law, in which case they will ask you exasperatedly why you wasted all that money and didn’t just watch it on TV. Summiting Everest is not a recognized prestige token in the great game of Taiwanese face. Similarly, if you show the Taiwanese your kit car, you will get a polite blank look. Kit cars count for little. Show them a Benz the size of the USS Forrestal, however, and you will rise in their eyes.

One interesting thing about this conformist culture of nonconformism in the west is that, like the conformist culture of conformism in Chinese society, it is an arms race. The my-Benz-is-bigger-than-your-Benz aspect of Taiwan culture has its counterpart in the my-hobby-is-cooler-than-your-hobby aspect of US culture (why don’t Taiwanese have hobbies but Americans do? The answer is the same: prestige and social status). At first it was cool to climb Everest but then later it got so any fool with $75,000 and a free couple of weeks could do it; the guides were just herding so many well-off cattle to the top. It lost prestige, and the adventure travelers had to do even more amazing things, like pay $100,000 to the Russians to become expensive cargo on a space trip. Similarly, within any particular hobby like mountaineering the arms race model applies. For a serious mountaineer climbing Everest is no great feat – the mountain is physically demanding but not technically difficult -- and so you have to do something out of the ordinary, like blazing a new route up the mountain, or doing it in a new, demanding, and dangerous way, such as climbing it without oxygen like Meissner did. After a while even climbing any particular mountain loses its prestige, and now you have to summit all 8000ers, or notch the highest mountain on every continent on your belt. In every cool hobby, the arms race is constantly evolving new forms of conformist nonconformism that all must attempt, just as the conformist culture of conformism is constantly evolving new status tokens that all must acquire – like imported wines or western fashions.

Georgetown. Sorry about the quality of the pics; blogger just lacks the image quality of Flickr, and I've been shut out of my Flickr account.

In both cases, the conformist culture of conformism and the conformist culture of nonconformism, the ultimate drive is, of course, displays of fitness for mating. An American who climbs Cerro Chalten or a Taiwanese who drives around in a BUS (Benz of Unusual Size) are both doing the same thing, showing that they have plentiful resources and would make a good mate. In The Mating Mind Geoffrey Miller makes this point: cool hobbies like mountaineering and scuba diving require investments in skills, time, and expensive equipment that are, like a peacock’s tail, displays of fitness – youth, health, brains, drive, money, free time.

And so all this comes back to the attractive young woman from Beijing standing in the hallway with me, telling me about wine drinkers in Chinese culture. What was my response? Of course in the presence of a beautiful woman I conformed to my conformist culture of nonconformism programming faster than you can blurt out evolutionary psychology: I told her I didn't know much about wine but I drink Riesling because I liked the taste, thus displaying my awesome grasp of the Authentic Experience. Be yourself, Michael. Stand out from the herd.

Do you think she wanted to have my baby?

Monday, June 18, 2007

Moments of Cross-cultural Learning

A few years back, on a glorious sunny morning, I picked up breakfast and headed over to the university. Since it was such a beautiful day, I sat down on the wall in front of the Humanities Building and ate, waving at the students as they passed by on their way to morning class. A totally satisfying way to begin the day....

The next day I found out that I had violated an unwritten rule. A teacher drew me aside. "Michael," she said in a low voice, "you made us really uncomfortable yesterday."
"What? How?"
"Sitting outside and eating like that. That was really strange."
"What? Why?"
"It just wasn't right."
Apparently there is a rule that teachers must never be seen to eat outside of their offices and designated eating areas, which I had violated right there in front of everyone. It reminded me of the time I deeply offended the students at my school in Kenya by putting up a picture of my grandfather dancing at a wedding with my sister, physical contact between the sexes in the same family being verboten. They made me take it down.

A similar incident occurred last week when I was at the university where I am a student. Drowsy after a hard morning of studying, I went out into a lounge area formed by a huge space in the hallway, and saw a couch. Going over to it, I discovered to my delight that it was nice and firm, plenty of back support, with a high armrest that made a perfect pillow. It was just begging me to take a nap. So without further ado I kicked off my shoes and stretched out.

Apparently, that too was wrong. The next day I met the Chairman of the Department, who took me aside and begged me never to do that again. I guess sleeping in a public area with one's head on the table is OK, but sleeping on a couch that no one ever uses is totally wrong. Why, I have no idea.....