If you're going to put needles in my wrist and fart on my friend, could I at least get a cold beer?Submitted by Ducky at 2012-06-25 10:44:53 EDT
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God DAMMIT China sometimes I love you but
A: would it be possible to get some actual food / pills here that isn’t / aren’t completely FUCKING disgusting?
It seems like every day in the paper I read heinous shit about things that are ingested here. Everything is injected with melamine, the ice tea will give you kidney failure, the oil used in hotpot restaurants is either gutter oil or made from decomposing animals, and pills are being found that are made up of powdered human babies (produced in MY fucking province no less). The other day I tried to buy some treats for my students for being so awesome, and I ended up purchasing a bag filled with small individually packed lollies in colourful foil wrappers. The next day I emptied them into a box with a bunch of other shit I’d bought for them, and opened one of them to inspect it. “How strange,” I thought…”they look just like little dried pieces of carrot cake.” I threw one into my mouth completely laissez-faire (like a total moron) and started to eat it…the flavour was suddenly deeply and disturbingly wrong – surpassed only by the equally appalling texture – it was like eating a rancid meat-flavoured sponge. I spit into the garbage and promptly decided that everyone in my office needed to try them..surely these candies cannot have meat in them. I offered one to the first colleague who walked in…a lovely frail man who always looks pissed off and I can’t tell if it’s because he’s menstrual or if it’s just the default expression caused by being vegan. “I can’t eat these,” he said in his lilting vegan-infused voice…”they’re beef.” Of COURSE they are. Jesus fuck China. My students loved them because they are total weirdos – and went completely ape-shit over the durian candies (those disgusting fruits that taste like onions, smell like feet, and are banned in some subway stations).
B: you need to know that massages are not supposed to be synonymous with “inflict as much pain as humanly possible on the giant laowais.”
The other day I went for a massage with two of my colleagues. I was roughed up by a strong little Chinese man who has been nicknamed Obama, while they were assaulted by two petite women called Clubber and Foxy. I spent the entire time close to tears as Obama attempted to massage my internal organs through my ribs and dug his bony elbows into my ass until I was howling with a mixture of laughter at the absurdity and pain at the pain. His hand shoots up to the side of my face and I see his little Crouching Tiger fist giving me a thumbs up. “Oh my GOD this is inSANE go FUCK YOURSELF Obama” I whimpered, to which he answered by letting out a deep laugh, slapping my shoulders, and yelling “OKAY-LA!!! HAHAHAHAHA.” Oh language barrier. I look over at my friend, and see that Clubber has decided to crawl on top of him and dig her elbows and knees into him as hard (and yet as disinterestedly) as humanly possible, before becoming distracted by her phone, sitting on his back, sending a text message, and let out a whopping loud fart. Foxy was brutal…but non farty…and well, foxy.
Finally…C: could you please get some fucking refrigerators in here? I know you all seem to think that cold water is REALLY bad for you but having UNPLUGGED coolers stocked with stuff and knowing that you’re doing it on PURPOSE is reaaaaaaaaaally infuriating.
I went to a doctor last month as I had hurt my back, and rather than prescribe me some good, chemical pain relief, she decided to stick needles into my wrist and make me dance around the room with her while holding her hands for 30 minutes instead. Apparently that wasn’t enough to cure me, so she lit a stick of special plant medicine on fire and blew smoke onto my back. It was the 4th silliest doctors visit I have ever had…bumping down to 5th a very strained conversation during a routine pap smear where I tried to diffuse my awkwardness by responding to “and there’s your labia” by yelling “WHAT THE FUCK IS AN AFRICAN COUNTRY DOING IN MY VAGINA.” The rest of the visit was spent in silence. Anyway, while the “doctor” and I were dancing, she asked me to stick out my tongue, and then to raise it, before rubbing my tummy and telling me that I needed to drink more hot water. What the fuck. When I got the flu last winter, this was the recommended cure given to me by all of my students… “LAOSHUR YOU NEED DRINKING MORE HOT WATER.” I’m skeptical of my students…not because they’re teenagers, but because they choose English names for themselves that are usually just random words like Sure, Even, Maybe, and Tequila...or hooker names like Sweet, Cherry, and Candy. I’m tired of drinking warm water…warm juice, and warm beer. It just. Isn’t. Good.
A summer at home of kayaking and cold drinks is going to be awesome.