I came upon this blog today, and I love the narrative writing style on Shanghai Ronin. She addresses ethnic cultural differences in the context of her life.
“How are things with you and your Shanghai man?” I ask J on the phone as I slurp some coffee and munch on toast.”I hear you have dinner with his family every weekend? Seems like things are getting serious.”
“Mary, I’m going to have a breakdown,” J sighs heavily on the phone. “His mom did something that REALLY bothered me these last few weekends.”
“Oh no,” I set my coffee on the table and leaned in, almost as if J were really sitting across from me. “Did she say something about you being a foreigner? Or maybe about your family?”
“No, even worse.” J pauses. I pause. Silence. I hear her sigh again. I’m unmoving.
“She gave me tomatoes.”
I sit back in my chair with a sigh of relief. J seemed perplexed by my nonchalant response.
“No, Mary, you don’t understand. His mother gave me not just one tomato…
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