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Shame & Daughters of Shame
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Sanghera's first book, Shame covers the story of her own life--running away from home to avoid a forced marriage. From her sikh family's perspective, this arranged/forced marriage and domestic abuse was the norm. However, Jasvinder saw differently as many young girls in her position do. So she ran. She overcame terrible hardship and faced a constant challenge of rebuilding her life without family

From that brief description, where did you picture Jasvinder's family living? A small village in India or maybe in New Delhi? The mountains of Pakistan? The backwaters of Kerela? The most pious of Muslim households?

Jasvinder's family is from India, but there are migrants to the UK. She was born in Derby, England. Her books and life's work revolve around ending forced marriage in our very western backyard. The number of South Asian and Islamic immigrants that have flooded into the UK have created a subculture. Typically, we Americans accept subcultures and "cultural diversity" in our giant melting pot of a country. However, in this case there tends to be little effort by the older generations to assimilate at all, retaining their language, customs and way of life and forcing it upon their double-culture kids. For some this involves accepted and very hidden domestic abuse, forced marriage and in some cases rape.  But how does the law of a western nation step into a Muslim household that wants nothing to do with the filth that is western culture. They may have immigrated to improve their standard of living, but according to the picture Jasvinder paints, a strong majority are not willing to change their culture. Maintaining a sense of identity and culture is understandable, but this culture based on respect, honour, and the family name has brought more harm than benefit to most in the family. Moreover, the children of such households are living double lives. By day they attend school and try to fit like any child would, by night they are back in conservative clothing and some are being "trained" for marriage, service and a "traditional" life.

I could ramble on this topic for an eternity, but I shan't. I highly highly recommend you pick up Daughters of Shame. It's one you will not be able to put down. After Jasvinder rebuilt her life she began working to fight forced marriages. She founded Karma Nirvana, a UK charity that works with young women and now men to get them out of abusive situations. One of the main reasons Jasvinder founded KN was because her sister, a victim of forced marriage, committed suicide by self immolation. Having dealt with this issue so closely, worked with hundred of victims, spoken to thousands and thousands of people and worked closely with law enforcement, Jasvinder is able to provide both an accurate and shocking account of abuses that happen right in our so-called developed world. These are by no means easy topics to read about and some stories seem unreal. For this reason, we should read about them. Awareness is always the first step.

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Things On My Mind: Arab/Islamic Feminism

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A Short-lived Blogger Life

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Clearly I have been having some trouble keeping up with my blog this semester. I've concluded that this is for a few solid reasons however...
 
One, while traveling all my  blog-like entries were written by hand in my journal. Now I have a nice little leather book that details everyday of my travels from January to March. I told myself I would post snapshots of my journal here, but can't seen to get myself to pick and choose. For now, my travels will remain only in picture form on the internet, and I would be more than happy to ramble for hours about my experiences in person.
 
Two, I have two full time jobs now...Teaching and job-hunting. Both take a significant amount of energy. I must say I thoroughly enjoy doing both. On top of my university classes I have also started teaching at a local high school--English literature and earth science to be more specific. I had my first Lit class this week. It went splendidly! I got the headmaster and teacher's stamp of approval, so I now have a rowdy group of high schoolers (age 13-17) to inspire, educate and play games with. It will definitely mean working lots as I am taking on 6 more teaching hours--2 on a Wednesday and 4 on Sunday morning. I officially no longer have weekends....I teach Saturday 8:00-11:45 and Sunday 8:30-12:30. Perhaps this is a good thing for my health...go to bed early, teach, then have the whole day ahead of me. But how I do love dancing in Chinese clubs until 5am...dancing just feels so right. Why did I ever give up ballet? Dance night will have to be moved up to 8pm-11pm. I am excited to see my high school kids for 6 hours a week. I only see my university classes two hours a week, so it will be cool to get close to these kiddos and prepare them for the potential of life in good old U S of A. I still truly enjoy teaching. It’s just fun, especially because my students are real people. I have started a routine of bringing in some piece of western media every week…last week was Oasis whom I introduced as “only one of the greatest bands to ever exist”. One girl, to my surprise, jumped up and agreed. Right on. We also saw part of “The Great Debaters. This week I’m thinking of the TV show "Scrubs" for two reasons—it’s funny and it has a sweet soundtrack that I’d like to share with the kiddies. Fun things.
 
As for the job search, I am feeling great about it. It's exciting to imagine a different life for myself with every job description I read. My imagination loves to run away on me. Yesterday, I was wearing a burqa and really connecting with my all-female students in a crumbling classroom in the middle of the Arabian Desert. Today, I was a research analyst for a philanthropic company in Cambridge, MA where after much successful work I ventured into Harvard and got a Ph.D.  Tomorrow...who knows. Part of the day I'll be the energetic, kind of crazy American teacher who adores her students. The other part...maybe I'll be a famous Bollywood actress or working to stop forced marriages and abuse in London or an eccentric writer that travels the world looking for adventure, passion and love....or....well you get the point. It's all so exciting and I look forward to whatever comes next--after a good visit to LA, MA & NYC that is.
 
So when I am not teaching or adventuring through my mind, why can I not write on here do you ask? Well, I have really been wanting to keep my thoughts to myself lately (and 'to myself' I mean between me and my Maggie who hears all my ramblings). I've been in my head a lot and just enjoying where my mind goes. Reading has made this more fun. It gives me even more to talk about with myself. I recently read and recommend Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho, the author of The Alchemist. It's about a Brazilian girl turned Swiss prostitute...a tale of love, sex, money, chocolate and other such exciting things in life. I had a good Sunday morning cry at the end. Good stuff. The only downside was it was over all too soon--like most Coelho books. Must find English bookstore to stock up soon!
 
What else, what else... I had a wonderful birthday! My PiA posse were so thoughtful. We ate at my favorite restaurant--Spanish Tapas--and had lots of delicious little plates of heaven, red wine and sangria. We then went to our weekly Trivia Night at Brooklyn. Perfection. On my actual birthday Tae made a delish dinner and I got the best presents: Chilean wine, salt and vinegar chips, Aries chocolate and nerds (brought from USA by Chris!), fake tattoos, a scrapbook of our time together thus far, nail polish and such glorious things that only good friends would know to get for me. I am lucky to have them. I also received a very special gift from Lucy…my Chinese name. I am (dèng jié). My student told me it was a very elegant name and so “it suits you Miss Jessica”. Awww elegant. If they only knew my 4am dancing self perhaps they’d think differently…or maybe I’d be hip and elegant. I feel old.
 
This past weekend we had dinner with Lucy's family--same family Maggie and I spent New Years with. There was more food than I can begin to describe. The table was overflowing with dishes and it was simply beautiful. I am going to miss Chinese food, real Chinese food, terribly. We had salads, fish, crab, pork, chick, pumpkin things, lamb, stewed beef, etc. etc. It was quite possibly one of the best meals I have had in China. Photo here!
 
As can be seen, my life revolves around my students, friends, food, books and fake future plans. China has proved to be one special experience and I continue to learn about myself everyday. How fun self-discovery is. So much on my mind, but I must lesson plan.
 

和平

 

Poor Chinese Boys...

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http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/blog/2010/mar/12/china-student-boyfriend-advert

Two Months out of a Backpack

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I have not written in over two months. What an incredible two months it has been! I am in the process of putting my photos on facebook. I kept a daily journal of my adventures/musings, which I just reread last night. It would take forever to type up everything I wrote along the way. I will try and post some highlights over the next few days/weeks though. The itinerary for my trip turned out looking like this:

China (Ha'erbin, Dalian, Guangzhou, Shenzhen)

Hong Kong

India (Mumbai, Udaipur, Jaisalmer, Jaipur, Agra, Varanasi, Kolkata)

Thailand (Bangkok, Chiang Mai, Satun, Ko Adang, Ko Tarutao, Surat Thani, Ko Pha Ngan)

Vietnam (Hanoi, Halong Bay, Hoi An, Nha Trang, Dalat, Saigon)

Indonesia (Jakarta, Yogyakarta, Bali--Kuta, Denpasar, Munduk, Lovina, Ubud, Bukit Peninsula)

It was truly amazing and I have cannot express how grateful I am for the opportunity to do and see all of this. I don't know why in the world I have been able to, but not a day goes by that I do no recognize how fortunate I am. It was not all sunshine and rainbows though. Traveling for an extended amount of time can be trying and tiring. I had my fair share of little breakdowns and annoyances. Was very ill for most of Thailand with an intense food poisoning (I think) that I picked up from India (I believe). All part of life on the road. India was by far my favorite place I traveled in. It was difficult, dirty, poverty-stricken and extremely tiring....but it was SO alive and real. I've never wanted to return to a country more than India. I need a good 6-12 months there. Thailand was a bit irritating because tourism has taken over the country. Their motto, the "Land of Smiles", is, in my opinion, total BS. I saw fewer smiles in Thailand than any country. Most smiles were drug-induced grins at the Full Moon Party. The best part of Thailand was the deserted beaches in Ko Tarutao National Park. So lesson learned...to really enjoy Thailand, do not go near people...or at least heavily touristed areas. Vietnam was SUCH a relief after Thailand. While still very touristic, the people were a bit warmer which made the traveling much more enjoyable. A highlight was sitting on the beach my Dad was stationed at during the war. It felt surreal imagining my Dad here while bombs were being dropped...and here I am tanning with a bloody mary a few decades later. Nha Trang has seen a tremendous boost in tourism in the last 10 years, so I imagine nothing is like what my Dad saw. One of the most memorable parts of Vietnam was the War Remnants Museum and the Cu Chi Tunnels around Saigon. Such strong anti-American sentiment....like many places in our modern world. Highly moving and educational. Finally, Indonesia. Oh Indo, shall I compare thee to a summer's day? What a lively, warm, inviting country you are. Like India, I left wanting so much more. Fact..."Indonesia" is derived from the Latin of indus meaning India and the Greek of nesos meaning Island. I have a very fond place in my heart and memory for India and India Island. Must return soon.

For now, I am back in Dalian--it's still winter up in good old northeast China. I arrived in Beijing in flip flops. People looked at me like I was nuts. All I could think was, "Man, you don't know where I've been. My head is still in the southern hemisphere." Teaching started two days ago. I have had constant comments on my skin color...you are not so white, you look like the sun, you look healthier, you this, you that. My favorite...you look more mysterious, like Catherine Zeta Jones. Thank you Sicilian skin for adding a hint a mystery to my aura. More detailed stories to come. Lots of love to everyone!

Chinese Fur Farms

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Never buy fur...ever. A little bit of China that I despise. The video on this site is not for the faint of heart....

http://www.peta.org/feat/chineseFurFarms/index.asp

 

Click here for a great way to support furry friends!

 

 

 

A Joyous Note

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I am insanely happy! Granted I'm a bit anxious because I want to finish all my grading, plan my travels and leave for Christmas....but seriously, life is simply wonderful. Just in case I don't say it enough when I talk to everyone--我 爱 中国--I love China. In just 4 short months I have met some incredible people, learned a whole lot, and feel like I have established my own little life in Dalian--a life I have come to truly treasure. I could not have wanted more out of this experience and feel so blessed to be able to do all this.

I can't believe the semester is over! First off, Tae and Chris as gone. That alone is enough to throw my world off completely. Our little foursome is now a duo--quite the fabulous duo I might add--but I will really miss the others. We did have an awesome final weekend together celebrating Maggie's birthday (see previous post). We do not begin spring classes until March 1st...so unless I meet up with them traveling it will be two months until our next rendez-vous. It looks as though we will definitely not reunite as four until the spring semester. Tres sad...  I wish time were going by slower because I am so content in my present life!

On a more positive note, we all have spectacular vacations planned. Because Spring Festival is later than usual this year we have ten weeks off. Unbelievable, I know. The joys of teaching at a Chinese university. For now, I am all about hanging around northern China. Initially, I planned on going south by now...but Dalian feels like home and it's nice to relax and enjoy my cold little city with my lovely roommate. We are going even farther north to Harbin for Christmas Weekend. Our train leaves Christmas Eve and arrives in snowy Harbin early Christmas morning. Since I can't be with my family in Norton, Massachusetts I am thrilled to be spending the holiday in a freezing, desolate region of the world. We are going to the Harbin Ice & Snow Fesitvel and then skiing at the Yabuli Ski Resort. Super excited to check out the famed ice paradise that is Harbin. With temperatures as low as -24, Maggie and I are looking forward to ice bars, Russian architecture, ice swimming (...ok we will probably just watch), Siberian tigers, staying indoors after sunset, etc.

More holiday plans to come. For now, I am off to listen to the best Christmas album ever...the Trans-Siberian Orchestra's Christmas Ever & Other Stories. Remember the first Christmas you got this CD mom? I am still obsessed with it! I miss everyone and am so thankful for your support as I wander the world.  Happy Holidays!

 

Happy Birthday to wǒde shìyǒu!

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This past weekend, we celebrated Maggie's 24th birthday...Dalian style.
Out of pure laziness on my part and because Maggie already wrote
about it on her blog, you can check out the festivities and some photos:

生日快乐!

 

 

 

What the World Eats

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Interesting little photo journey of dinner tables around the world. Enjoy...

http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1626519,00.html

 

 

 

 

The Beginning of the End (of semester one)

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P1010627.JPGIt is the last week of classes. How is it even remotely possible that I just taught for a semester? I don't even know if I taught my kids anything. It is all such a whirlwind! I hope they learned something as I stumbled my way through teaching. Yesterday, I had the first of my final classes--freshmen speaking. As I wrapped up individual speaking assessments, I put on the movie Love Actually (a personal fav. of mine) for the class to enjoy. I didn't think they would finish it since it's so long, but we stayed in class until 6:30pm when it usually ends at 5:00pm just to finish it. I knew I liked this class for a reason.

Afterward, we exchanged thank yous and gifts...a rose and a card for me and beaucoup western music for them, then twenty nine students and myself went out for a class dinner. It was completely spontaneous and came up in one student's "final assessment". Our group of  thirty traipsed around the west gate of campus, trying to find a restaurant that could seat us all together. Finally, we found it....they took down the wall divider between two private rooms and we began our three hour feast!

Getting to know my students on a personal level is one of the most rewarding, fun and interesting parts of being a teacher, especially in a foreign culture. We are equally fascinated with each other. Like Maggie and my woman's circle, it was an awesome opportunity to talk openly and ask questions about anything and everything. At the beginning of dinner the main topic was..."how do you keep your relationship going from so far away?" I found that some of my freshmen we dealing with this same situation. Generally, the girls found it boring, while the boys were happy with it. They girls said their girlfriends were probably bored. So funny to listen to the boys and girls go back and forth about things. I can't tell you how enjoyable it is to sit in a room of screaming Chinese college students, watching them viciously spinning the lazy Susan so they could finish a plate while dying of laughter for no apparent reason as everyone is talking at the top of their lungs in "Chinglish". How I love my rowdy little freshmen.

Plate after plate of food came for about an hour. I, fortunately got to try a few new dishes I hadn't yet happened upon--spicy sichuan fish, some celery thing, another odd sweet fish dish, delicious shrimp, wasabi vegetable thing, etc. etc. The food seemed to go on forever. After eating the girls wanted to play a game. So I ventured to the male-dominated side of the room. ALL semester, at the end of every class they boys would inevitably take out a camera or their phones and want to take a photo of me. I told them we would do pictures at the end of the year since I never felt I looked my best...plus it made me a little uncomfortable. But now the time had come for the epic photo shoot. One photo with everyone in the class. I don't think there was a boy who didn't blush. It was sweet.

P1010626.JPGI recently learned, hugging between opposite genders in China is typically reserved for those in a relationship. Weishenme?! I am a hugger; love hugs. The first boy who asked to take a photo was beyond nervous, so I gave him a (by American standards) lame, half hug. All the boys died. He turned beat red, thanked me and sat down as others screamed "so jealous", "look at his face", "he can't speak". Twenty minutes later another boy came over and said, "I''m sorry, but I have to do this...".  A bit nervous, I responded, "What are you going to do?" I learned they were playing "Cheng shi Yong gan", aka "Truth or Dare" and he had been dared to hug the laoshi. The remainder of the evening spiraled into a combination of some 007 game and truth or dare. College students across the world think the same way...a great way to get to know each other is to get someone to reveal something or do something personal. And so I took part in my first game of Chinese truth or dare--a million times more innocent than any truth or dare game played in the west, with much singing, silly phone calls, and a break dancing routine to music of my choice. As we parted ways, every single one of them got a big 杰西hug. Having to say goodbye for two months was much more difficult than I had imagined...but I have so much to look forward to next semester!

Note to Readers: When I start an entry I intend it to be a short, easy read. But once I start writing I can't stop....I don't think this will ever change.