10:45 pm on the metro:
We'll start on the left of the plastic olive green chairs. This first woman had a pink phone with dangling sparkles attached. She was talking very loudly to the person on the other end. Her eyes gleamed with pride all during her bossy conversation. Chinese women are rarely loud and they rarely look like they have power. And they never look like they enjoy their power.
The woman next to her was young. She had one of those message t-shirts on. It was blue and had the big fat letters of "I (heart) LIFE" plastering the entire front. Her black tights and silvery high heels looked uncomfortable. Over the course of twenty minutes the girl brought out her white compact mirror three or four times. She examined her eyes and skin and hair meticulously. Finally she picked up her cellphone and started chatting to someone.
Beside her, with one seat empty between, two saleswomen chatted about their day. The one on the left wore a beautiful cream-colored trench. She covered her mouth when she whispered something to the other. Her hand was cupped Korean style. The friend left after two stops and the other sat with her head up high.
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Did they realize how minutely they were being observed? (Is watching/being watched acceptable and normal there?)
ReplyDeleteps - for my sake, I'll miss this blog when you're back... but for your sake, I'll be glad you're back :)