How not to make friends
Part of living here so long is one knows(sometimes in jest, and sometimes not) how to push the buttons of the locals. One example is hotpot. I hate hotpot. I don’t get the logic of hotpot. Yet I’m quite often forced to endure hotpot. So I can’t help myself sometimes, and I find myself falling into the role of laowai jerk. We’ll be at the table and I’ll just blurt out: “Hotpot. Veggies and hot water. This is what China culture after 5000 years has come to.” There will be silence. The friends around the table that know I’m really not the jerk I just set out to be will simply punish me by ordering the extra spicy version of hot pot. So I ask China…..what the hell were you thinking with your response to the Filipino Typhoon? Seriously…did you think you’d really get away with such a miserly response for help from a neighbor? PR 101…..Things get out. Oh, wait I forgot this is PR “with Chinese characterist...