Let me be the first to say – by definition and admission – my observations are ignorant.
That is, ignorant in the technical sense that they are made with no formal study of Chinese culture, politics, geography, history.
A few blogs I’d recommend to you for a more balanced and informed set of observations about living and working in China include the following:
- Seeing Red in China
- China Law Blog
- All Roads Lead to China
- China Realtime Report, from The Wall Street Journal blogs
A few other facts about my circumstances that bias my writing:
I live in an apartment complex in the central city, high-end district of Shanghai, known as Xintiandi. How high-end? The cars in my gated complex are a mix of Mercedes, Maseratis, Ferraris, Porsche SUVs, and a smattering of BMWs, Audis, and 1 or 2 Lamborghinis.
Across the street is a row of specialty auto showrooms: the local Rolls Royce dealer, the local Lambo dealer, and a couple of high-end sports coupe dealers I’ve never even heard of …but am certain I can’t afford.
A neighbor in my complex is Yao Ming, the retired basketball great star with the Houston Rockets, who has fashioned a post-sports career as a Chinese cross between Magic Johnson and Bill Bradley – businessman and a statesman.
My point is: I’m pretty sure that I don’t live in a normal Chinese neighborhood. To draw a comparison, I tell people all of the time from back home that where we live is sort of the Chinese equivalent of what I assume it would be like to live in the Dakota in NYC, or some other West Side condo across from Central Park.
Yes, I’ve traveled to other cities in China including:
- Shenyang – it reminds me of a much larger Pittsburgh, further north than Pyongyang North Korea, and not that far away from it
- Chengdu – a central Mid-West city that reminded me of Washington or Oregon when I was there – rainy, lush, with scenic mountains nearby and home of a well-known Panda reserve
- Shenzhen – something of a border town, just across from Hong Kong, and thus a manufacturing powerhouse, where the weather, traffic, and pollution reminded me of Los Angeles
- Beijing – struck me as a cross between Washington DC and Chicago, with a hint of Silicon Valley tossed in for good measure. Beijing it turns out is where most of the start-up tech ventures are located, due to access to college talent, government support, company headquarters, and capital.
But, even with these travels under my belt, I can’t profess to have gotten any closer to the real nature of the people and what it means to be Chinese. I don’t speak or understand Mandarin. And, I don’t read the Chinese simplified or traditional written language.
In fact, I’m not even especially fond of Chinese or other Asian food. It’s okay – something I’d eat once or twice a month. But, far from a diet that I’d love to adopt three times a day.
The reality is: I’m an unabashed Austin cheerleader with a healthy dose of no-place-but-Texas pride. While I try to be fair and seek to understand the perspective of others, I have no doubt that my observations are colored by my own racial, ethnic, and religious upbringing.
Knowing those biases, I hope my observations aren’t interpreted as being insensitive or insulting to any group or people. Read on and let me know what you think!