Human Flesh Search Engines?!

It’s too easy—and understandable—to go to extremes. Apparently, some angered Chinese people are now hunting after protesters.

Seriously, this is not the way to go. People are entitled to their own opinions, okay? This is exactly what you complain about—being harassed by people who disagree with you—and then you harass them back in a very big way. No. No. No.

Yes, I know that people are liable to lash out when they’re feeling besieged. I think everyone should read those interpersonal relationship guides at one point or another—you know: “How to Use Non-Accusatory Words to Get What You Want Because It’s So Much easier to Convince Someone of Your Point of View When They’re Not Emotionally Attached to Whatever’s Being Said.” But just because people haven’t learned the art isn’t a justification for hurting them in return.

I realise that this post is coming quite soon after my previous one. If you’re wondering, I’m not being mercurial. I don’t think this is a good way to react at all; it achieves nothing constructive whatsoever and causes more harm than anything else.

Right now, I’m devouring global news and am remembering why I never read the news regularly. I go through stages of diligently reading the daily paper, and then long periods of not reading anything at all. The news depresses me. It makes me despair of ourselves. When it gets particularly bad, I become an emotional rag and stop reading for a while again. This has been going on for years. It doesn’t get any easier.

But I can live with it being hard a little better now. Wasn’t it Stephen Lewis who said—forgive me, I’m going to mess it up—something along the lines of:

“Stay angry. Be angry, and do something about it. Because what would be worse is for you to become emotionless, to stop being angry, to stop caring, to stop doing anything at all because you think nothing can be done.”

This was meant to be a good year

This is too much.

Are our opinions really so wrong and worthless?

Someone decided to let me know, the other day, how messed up they think China is. They weren’t even telling me this because they wanted to have a discussion about it; they just wanted me to know. Is it really so hard to be respectful of someone else’s heritage? I don’t want people to make generalisations or to stereotype my country. I never, ever said it was perfect, but it’s still home. It’s where I’m from, it’s where my whole family and the people I care most about are from.

The government is not the same as the people, but it is still very much a part of the country. It’s at least a part of Chinese history and culture, whether we like it or not. It’s not a historical or political anomaly that can be ignored or criticised as an entirely different entity. It affects millions of lives on a daily basis. People care very, very much about what happens within and without. Not everything it does is wrong. Not everyone shares the western viewpoint, and a different viewpoint can be equally valid—is this so hard to accept?

I had a friend (now elsewhere in Canada) say how someone went up to her just to say what a mess China is making, and because my friend disagreed, that someone could not believe it and thought worse of her for it. Did that someone even ask why my friend thought that way? Did the person who implied to me that my country sucks even want to know how I feel about it? I wish so much. No one even asks why it’s like this; they just assume we feel the same, or that we at least should.

To have people exhibit this much disdain for a place so important to me is very painful. Straight-out hating would be easier to deal with. What happened to multicultural, globally-sensitive citizens? What happened to just being human and recognising others as people with feelings and values as well?

I don’t wish to apologise for talking about this so frequently anymore. I don’t like this topic, but it’s harder still not to say something when, in person, very few listen. Why did I ever feel the need to apologise in the first place? I didn’t want to bombard you with political rants. But I’m being bombarded online, offline, in the media, in person. What difference does it make whether I discuss this or not?

Why University?

What proportion of university graduates think of the world in black-and-white terms? How many think in shades of grey? Is there a genuine difference between university and high school graduates or are we just being snotty?

Besides academic material, what do we learn?

Chessboard

Courtesy of Getty Images.

Why are you here?

Tuck-Ins

I just got home to find a potted plant sitting outside my door. It’s now sitting on my windowsill emitting the most beautiful perfume. The flowers are this pretty purply-pink. I don’t quite know how to express how touched I am. You see, tuck-ins ended around Reading Week and I wasn’t the only one who didn’t get anything. (Tuck-ins: everyone who signs up gets someone they have to surprise.) It was okay, though, as they weren’t a huge thing, and I’d quite forgotten about them. But now I have flowers and a sweet message and I think that every time I’m worried or stressed out during this exam period, the scent will drift around me and I’ll remember how incredibly thoughtful people can be, and it will make me feel warm and fuzzy and so much better inside.

Thank you, for the lovely gift.

Robson Ramble

The last Friday and Saturday of term are hard to study on. Everyone wants to celebrate the last day of classes for another school year before they settle into studying.

I am not that much different. On Friday, I was on a mission to find new jeans. Preferably two, if I could find them, but definitely at least one. I went with a couple of girlfriends to Robson Street for window-shopping, which is always fun, but alas, no jeans within an affordable price range. Jeans were within the $40 to $70 price range, while my budget is for $30 at the very most. My mission is not complete just yet, but it will be.

The problem is, of course, that I have options. I have the option of buying my clothes in Hong Kong for anywhere from half the price to an eighth of the price. A fraction. When this option is open to me, I’m loathe to spend more than I need.

Granted, Robson was not the best place to go for such a specific mission. It was still very fun to wander around with friends and to snack, though. I spent more on food than anything else: I had a hot dog, gelato, and then a crepe at Cafe Crepe. Cafe Crepe alone is worth the trip downtown; I was so sad when the one on campus closed down. If I knew how to make crepes, believe me when I say I’d make them!