Sitting at the Horse’s Table

Lately I’ve been grappling with something. I don’t know why it just came to me now, but since it has I’ve been thinking about it a lot and see it is a good example of the internal conflict we have as long-term expats in China.

Stephanie Tanner from Full House would not do well in China.

I’d like to think that I was brought up with a strong sense of basic etiquette skills and general good behavior when in the presence of adults. I think I got it more than some kids based on the fact that my mom would make me feel guilty if my friends didn’t say thank you after sleeping over or if they displayed less than perfect table manners. Her insistence on impeccable presence also manifested itself in the constant correction of my grammar…but that’s a whole other story on how my mother made me very awkward and potentially friendless.

I wish I could say it’s the Jewish mother in her. That might actually explain a lot – particularly my attempts to find the perfect Jewish man to father my otherwise cultureless white children. But no, we’re as white as WASPs can be, and you can really only blame the manners thing on my grandmother. My grandmother, whose favorite mantra ‘This is a people’s table, not a horse’s table’, were it to be applied in China, would get lost in the metaphorical (and literal) cacophony of slurps, burps, shouts, elbows, feet, knees, nose blows, spit-outs-of-food-onto-tables, and obscenely loud cell phone conversations. Making sure to carry on her own mother’s legacy, my mom was just watching out for me while my grandma couldn’t.

Not wanting to dwell on a subject that one of you, being my mom, and another of you, being my grandmother, might (and probably do) find incredibly close to home, I will continue with how my upbringing is now playing a major part in my recent realization. Everyday I am confronted with people doing things I was taught not to do. In my mind it’s a constant barrage of: That’s so uncivilized!, How rude!, and Thanks for blowing your cigarette smoke in my face, asshole! But then! I think back to our forefathers and how we killed off (or enslaved) multiple civilizations based on this fact alone, and I have to do the whole ‘they have a different standard of manners’, ‘civilized is a subjective term’, ‘they were closed off to the world for 30 years and were told it was better to act like a peasant’, and ‘they didn’t grow up with my grandmother’ blah blah, etc…

But I grew up with my grandmother (by way of my mother) and I wasn’t closed off to the world for 30 years – so I have that nagging feeling everyday that says things like ‘This is a people’s table, not a horse’s table’ and ‘goddammit, can’t you wait until you’re done chewing to say that?’ But! I’m in their country and should understand they do things differently, BUT I’m still going to notice they’re doing it and it’s going to nag me because IT’S WHAT MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME. This is not something I’ve ever identified in myself before – this internal conflict of wanting to hate something, but not being allowed to because my mother ALSO taught me to accept others as they are (goddamn you and you’re conflicting advice, Mom!).

If you haven’t noticed, this post has now started imploding on itself because I can’t call chicken or egg in this case, but I’m hoping some of you can offer advice, or provide a solution from your own experience in China. Normally I try to avoid the people who are going to trigger that tick built into me from a young age, but that’s impossible because China has a gazillion people who all exhibit different standards of etiquette from myself. Perhaps I should lock myself in my room and emerge only when I’ve lost all perspective on fundamental human interaction. A 21st century cultural revolution, if you will.

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