backlog reference: So Three White Guys Walk into a Condom Shop
My first unintended trip to the condom shop with Adam and Richard was not to be my last. In fact, it spawned two separate trips back to the same shop at later points in the year, to different purposes and ends.
The first was when I was writing the narrative and narrative essay for "So Three White Guys Walk into a Condom Shop." At the time that I wrote it (probably mid-October), it had already been at least a few weeks since I had actually walked into that particular shop with Adam and Richard. Most of my attention at the time had been given to communicating with the shop owner to buy what we had come for, and the details of the shop itself were sketchy in my mind. So, to provide detail of place in the narrative, I decided that I needed to go back for further research. (Yes, I realize that going to a sex shop for 'further research' sounds rather suspect, but that's journalistic integrity.)
So, late on a weeknight, when the sky was turning dark and my skin color didn't immediately single me out as one of the handful of foreigners on campus, I set off, alone and on bike, back to the condom shop. I pedaled along the right side of the street, keeping an eye on the left where I knew the shop would be. Eventually the familiar block-letter sign came into view (this was actually one of the revisions I made based on my second trip--I had originally written that the sign was "red, with white block-characters" when in fact it was white, with red-block characters). I crossed the street and parked my bike a discreet distance from the condom shop--despite their frequency, I'm still not sure whether it's reputable to be seen entering one. I was about one door down from the entrance, between another shop and a restaurant.
I had just locked my bike and steeled myself to enter the store, when out from the restaurant directly behind me walked a student I recognized from my freshman class. (I teach both freshmen and juniors at Henan University--the juniors I teach writing, and the freshmen I teach conversation.) He didn't see me, but he didn't keep walking either. He just stood outside the door of the restaurant, a few feet away from me, waiting for something. A few moments later, another one of my freshman students showed up from across the street, and they both stood there talking. At this point, I decided the jig was up, and instead of trying to sneak away quietly I figured the least suspicious thing would be to at least say hi to them and say that it was a chance encounter (which it was!). So I did that.
"Teacher!" one of them said in surprise (they still call me this more often than my actual name, despite my efforts), "What are you doing here?"
"Oh!" I responded dumbly. "Just... riding around on my bike." I patted my bike as I said this, to lend strength to the otherwise absurdly vague lie. However, a side effect of speaking to people in a language not their own is that it requires them to focus on the form of the conversation more than its content. Whether because of this or because they didn't feel the need to question their English teacher more closely, my students seemed satisfied with that answer. I turned to the attack--
"What are you doing here?"
"Our classmate is having a birthday. A group of us are here celebrating it." A pause. "Would you like to come join us?"
I am naturally shy, and usually refuse spontaneous invitations if for no other reason than I feel awkward accepting them. However, if I said "No," on top of being rude, they might repeat their question of "why?", and I had yet to come up with a more acceptable answer than "I need to research this condom shop." So I said "Yes!" with unusual gusto, and we all went inside.
Thus, my first lone misadventure to the condom shop ended up with me at a freshman birthday party in a restaurant two doors down from my intended target. The only "research" I got out of it was that I had reversed the colors on the sign outside the store. I later talked to Adam about my problem, who as I mentioned in my original narrative had much more leisure to look around the condom shop the first time we went in, and he provided most of the details you now see in the narrative.
That was my first attempt, and the experience was sufficient to scare me off from the condom shop for another two months. Then, for different reasons, I tried my second attempt, which ended much more successfully.
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Backlog -- Three White Guys Narrative Essay
Originally written: Fall 2011 Contains some footnotes for vocabulary and grammar that foreign students might have difficulty with.
Have you ever had a joke where the setup is just too good for a punchline[1]? The setting is too out-there, the characters are too quirky, the entire situation is just too pregnant with humor for anything you say to really top it. Here’s one—three white guys walk into a condom shop in China: a short fat guy, a tall skinny guy, and a guy in the middle doing the talking. It sounds like the setup for a really bad joke, but it’s not. Because it actually happened.[2]
My friends and I were walking along one night in Kaifeng, a little podunk town in the middle of nowhere China, going out for some late-night snacks: myself, my good friend Adam, and my good friend Richard. On our way to the night market, a cornucopia of cheap foods and amazing tastes (though not always so amazing smells), we happened to see a particular kind of sign that only comes out at night. Set inconspicuously in the middle of the side walk, in big red block-characters set against a background of white, it said 避孕药, which literally translates to “Avoiding pregnancy medicine”. Seeing this (being the most literate of us three in Chinese characters), I pointed it out to my two friends, and we all snickered in our male-centric[3] way at the frankness of the awkward translation. Walking past the sign, I turned around for no reason I can now recall, and saw the back of the sign said 安全套, literally “protective coverings”. Taking about two seconds to recognize the Chinese word for “condoms”, I couldn’t resist but point this translation out to my friends as well. We all got a good giggle out of it, then Adam said all of a sudden, “Hey, Richard, didn’t your wife say you needed to get some of those?” A pause. Then Richard, in his tall, awkward, gangly sort of way, replied, “Yeah.”
So, three white guys walk into a condom shop: a short fat guy, a tall skinny guy, and a guy in the middle doing the talking. They want to buy one box of condoms. This actually happened.
The funny thing is, it didn’t have to happen on that particular street, on that particular night, or in that particular city in China. You can find little hole-in-the-wall[4] condom shops all over the place, all sporting equally awkward signs when translated literally. One of my favorites is 成人店 , which really just means “Adult Store”, a common enough term in America, but when translated literally becomes “Becoming a man store”, which has so many more implications. There are also the signs advertising “Objects for his or her self-pleasure”, where we would use the euphemistic “Toys”; “Products for Husband and Wife”, which we just snicker at; and “Night-Fire Shop”, for which I cannot think of a more appropriate translation.
But it’s not just the sex stores that give off this image of a strangely promiscuous China; hotel rooms have raised my suspicions as well. I remember travelling to Anyang, an even smaller city in the same province as Kaifeng, where the six of us travelling together stayed three to a room: three girls in one room, and three boys in the other. In each of these rooms, there were three separate beds, as we had expected. Also in the rooms was the standard package of a water bottle, soda, and snacks, with a little price card on the side saying how much each product cost if used or taken. Less expected was the additional package, which we dubbed the “pleasure package”, containing condoms, male- and female-flavored lubricant, and a razor. This one had no price card. I don’t know what kinky[5] things they thought were going to be going on in a room with three separate beds, but they were ready for it.
Here’s the punchline—I still have no idea whom all these products are supposed to be marketed for. Obviously there’s a supply of sex-products in China, so basic economic logic says there must be a demand. But where is it coming from? My first assumption as an outsider and an American was that it was coming from the young, unmarried crowd in Kaifeng, and especially suspect (as always) were the college students. My suspicion was grounded both in experience with American colleges as well as observations such as the hotel down the street from campus that rented rooms by the hour and the predominance of sex shops in the area around the university. (I recognize now that my last observation may have been biased—I spent my time around campus, and thus it was around campus that I saw sex shops. The hotel in Anyang with the “pleasure packages”, for example, was nowhere near the university where I stayed.)
However, there was a problem with this assumption that quickly became apparent. While the market right outside of campus was primed for casual sex, the attitudes within campus were emphatically not. Now of course it is impossible to know the minds and attitudes of every student on campus; we as teachers are witness only to a very small handful that pass through our classes, and even then the topic of sex is not usually openly discussed. However, if our few observations could be taken as representative of campus culture, this would seem to be a university of romantic virgins. That is to say, a great deal of emphasis and credulity is placed on the idea of an exclusive, life-long relationship with a “one true love”, at the expense (perhaps) of any notions of casual dating and short-term romantic or sexual relationships.
Obviously I have to qualify those last conclusions quite a bit. If our observations of a few students’ attitudes could be taken as representative of the entire campus, this might be true. It is possible that we have just happened to talk with a handful of romantics whose views do not reflect those of the campus at large. It is equally possible that, even if this romantic idea of “one true love” is more popular here than on college campuses in America, it would not necessarily preclude casual romantic or sexual relationships. Perhaps the two ideas are far enough removed that they don’t interrupt one another, that it does not seem strange to both wait for one’s true love and in the meantime partake in relationships that have more immediate gratification. Or perhaps every relationship is assumed to be one’s true and lasting love, and so it is unproblematic to have sex with a girlfriend/boyfriend.
Regardless of these complications, there remains a discrepancy between the material environment that seems to support casual sex[6] and the social environment that does not[7]. This discrepancy does not exist in China alone – America certainly exhibits a similar condition. But somehow it is more striking in China, at least to a foreigner and an outsider; perhaps it is a symptom of learning Chinese, that once you recognize the characters for “adult store” you start seeing them everywhere. For three white guys walking into a condom shop in China, it was a cultural as well as personal experience.
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Notes
[1] The last line of a joke, the one that makes everyone laugh.
[2] This is an incomplete sentence. However, it is used here for emphasis (see pages 8-10 in Vol. 1)
[3] Concerning males—all three of us were guys.
[4] Small and without advertisements
[5] Strange and sexual; sexually deviant
[6] This includes the sex shops and availability of condoms and contraceptives.
[7] This includes the romantic ideas described above, as well as the report from some students of a lack of any sex education.
Have you ever had a joke where the setup is just too good for a punchline[1]? The setting is too out-there, the characters are too quirky, the entire situation is just too pregnant with humor for anything you say to really top it. Here’s one—three white guys walk into a condom shop in China: a short fat guy, a tall skinny guy, and a guy in the middle doing the talking. It sounds like the setup for a really bad joke, but it’s not. Because it actually happened.[2]
My friends and I were walking along one night in Kaifeng, a little podunk town in the middle of nowhere China, going out for some late-night snacks: myself, my good friend Adam, and my good friend Richard. On our way to the night market, a cornucopia of cheap foods and amazing tastes (though not always so amazing smells), we happened to see a particular kind of sign that only comes out at night. Set inconspicuously in the middle of the side walk, in big red block-characters set against a background of white, it said 避孕药, which literally translates to “Avoiding pregnancy medicine”. Seeing this (being the most literate of us three in Chinese characters), I pointed it out to my two friends, and we all snickered in our male-centric[3] way at the frankness of the awkward translation. Walking past the sign, I turned around for no reason I can now recall, and saw the back of the sign said 安全套, literally “protective coverings”. Taking about two seconds to recognize the Chinese word for “condoms”, I couldn’t resist but point this translation out to my friends as well. We all got a good giggle out of it, then Adam said all of a sudden, “Hey, Richard, didn’t your wife say you needed to get some of those?” A pause. Then Richard, in his tall, awkward, gangly sort of way, replied, “Yeah.”
So, three white guys walk into a condom shop: a short fat guy, a tall skinny guy, and a guy in the middle doing the talking. They want to buy one box of condoms. This actually happened.
The funny thing is, it didn’t have to happen on that particular street, on that particular night, or in that particular city in China. You can find little hole-in-the-wall[4] condom shops all over the place, all sporting equally awkward signs when translated literally. One of my favorites is 成人店 , which really just means “Adult Store”, a common enough term in America, but when translated literally becomes “Becoming a man store”, which has so many more implications. There are also the signs advertising “Objects for his or her self-pleasure”, where we would use the euphemistic “Toys”; “Products for Husband and Wife”, which we just snicker at; and “Night-Fire Shop”, for which I cannot think of a more appropriate translation.
But it’s not just the sex stores that give off this image of a strangely promiscuous China; hotel rooms have raised my suspicions as well. I remember travelling to Anyang, an even smaller city in the same province as Kaifeng, where the six of us travelling together stayed three to a room: three girls in one room, and three boys in the other. In each of these rooms, there were three separate beds, as we had expected. Also in the rooms was the standard package of a water bottle, soda, and snacks, with a little price card on the side saying how much each product cost if used or taken. Less expected was the additional package, which we dubbed the “pleasure package”, containing condoms, male- and female-flavored lubricant, and a razor. This one had no price card. I don’t know what kinky[5] things they thought were going to be going on in a room with three separate beds, but they were ready for it.
Here’s the punchline—I still have no idea whom all these products are supposed to be marketed for. Obviously there’s a supply of sex-products in China, so basic economic logic says there must be a demand. But where is it coming from? My first assumption as an outsider and an American was that it was coming from the young, unmarried crowd in Kaifeng, and especially suspect (as always) were the college students. My suspicion was grounded both in experience with American colleges as well as observations such as the hotel down the street from campus that rented rooms by the hour and the predominance of sex shops in the area around the university. (I recognize now that my last observation may have been biased—I spent my time around campus, and thus it was around campus that I saw sex shops. The hotel in Anyang with the “pleasure packages”, for example, was nowhere near the university where I stayed.)
However, there was a problem with this assumption that quickly became apparent. While the market right outside of campus was primed for casual sex, the attitudes within campus were emphatically not. Now of course it is impossible to know the minds and attitudes of every student on campus; we as teachers are witness only to a very small handful that pass through our classes, and even then the topic of sex is not usually openly discussed. However, if our few observations could be taken as representative of campus culture, this would seem to be a university of romantic virgins. That is to say, a great deal of emphasis and credulity is placed on the idea of an exclusive, life-long relationship with a “one true love”, at the expense (perhaps) of any notions of casual dating and short-term romantic or sexual relationships.
Obviously I have to qualify those last conclusions quite a bit. If our observations of a few students’ attitudes could be taken as representative of the entire campus, this might be true. It is possible that we have just happened to talk with a handful of romantics whose views do not reflect those of the campus at large. It is equally possible that, even if this romantic idea of “one true love” is more popular here than on college campuses in America, it would not necessarily preclude casual romantic or sexual relationships. Perhaps the two ideas are far enough removed that they don’t interrupt one another, that it does not seem strange to both wait for one’s true love and in the meantime partake in relationships that have more immediate gratification. Or perhaps every relationship is assumed to be one’s true and lasting love, and so it is unproblematic to have sex with a girlfriend/boyfriend.
Regardless of these complications, there remains a discrepancy between the material environment that seems to support casual sex[6] and the social environment that does not[7]. This discrepancy does not exist in China alone – America certainly exhibits a similar condition. But somehow it is more striking in China, at least to a foreigner and an outsider; perhaps it is a symptom of learning Chinese, that once you recognize the characters for “adult store” you start seeing them everywhere. For three white guys walking into a condom shop in China, it was a cultural as well as personal experience.
______________________
Notes
[1] The last line of a joke, the one that makes everyone laugh.
[2] This is an incomplete sentence. However, it is used here for emphasis (see pages 8-10 in Vol. 1)
[3] Concerning males—all three of us were guys.
[4] Small and without advertisements
[5] Strange and sexual; sexually deviant
[6] This includes the sex shops and availability of condoms and contraceptives.
[7] This includes the romantic ideas described above, as well as the report from some students of a lack of any sex education.
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