A year-old college-educated insurance salesman, Mr. Wang has a flawless set of white teeth, a tolerable karaoke voice, and a three-year-old Nissan with furry blue seat covers. But by the exacting standards of single Chinese women, it seems, Mr. Wang lacks that bankable attribute known as real property.
They offer the same half-prurient, half-moralizing thrill as the urban legends of girls leaving nice dates to screw their supervisors. Like them, they also tend to lean heavily on hard-to-verify anecdotes and conversations carried out in English.
In general, American coverage has tended to be less misogynistic than the Communist Party propaganda. But even as they offer affirmation, it is hard for feminists to avoid playing to the same fears that the Communist Party propaganda mongers. Every article that I have read in English treats the leftovers and gold diggers as peculiarly Chinese phenomena, characterizing China roughly as Chinese propaganda characterizes women: as either hapless or ruthless. Parents and children frankly considering material questions before marriage appear old fashioned, signs of a lag in the march toward modernity that economic liberalization started.
At the same time, extreme cases like the BMW Lady evoke a frighteningly liberated future, where the last protocols tying sex to permanent commitment, via romance, have disappeared along with the last soft-hearted protections against inequality, environmental crisis, food contamination, etc. In fact, Chinese women fascinate American editors and readers not because they are foreign, but because their story sounds familiar.
For New York Times readers, the only sexier click-bait than sex may be the idea that everything is measurable, a market, and China is the biggest of all.
Few stories seem more most-emailable, therefore, than those about the peculiar mating habits of newly rich Chinese. Their methods can turn into gaudy spectacle. One firm transported would-be trophy wives to a resort town in southwestern China for the perusal of one powerful magnate.
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Though the film explores a fascinating subject, the storytelling style is dry, static and even convoluted. At a very early age I married and before long my two daughters arrived. Having only a high school education I waited until my children were grown before going back to school.
I have also enjoyed other international travel but as a tourist in countries including Thailand; Korea; Bahamas; Bermuda; Columbia, Puno and Cartagena in South America. I have held several jobs throughout my life; primarily the positions of legal transcriptionist; teacher and psychospiritual practitioner in private practice.
I always wanted to write and I did write in a small way as a hobby but I never made any attempt at publication. It was not until I retired at an uncertain age that I finally made the promise to myself that I would fulfill my dream of being an author. Since that day I have worked very hard though it does not feel like work. I love creative writing and how can something one loves so much be classified as work?
I have written novels, novellas, short stories, some of which are in anthologies, and some, like Daniel, which dare to stand alone. The majority of my short stories deal with social issues. I have no diplomas or degrees in creative writing.