13. On how I am apparently not Chinese

So in a recent class discussion on why we think Tao Qian's hidden utopia at the end of a peach blossom spring (世外桃源) wouldn't work from a modern perspective, the first thing that obviously came to my mind was: a tiny-ass, bottle-necked gene pool that would result in some serious inbreeding (that will get pretty gross REALLY FAST), and a terribly low resilience to random natural disaster, that all lead to the sheer impossibility of such a community of that size to survive in a cave for 600+ years. The class kind of all smiled knowingly when I mentioned those points, because all the other people who volunteered came up with things along the lines of technological isolation/retardation and an extreme lack of commerce because everyone in the community is a self-sufficient primary producer.

I swear I'm the only person who's taken biology in any form beyond high school in that class, because everyone else apparently speaks Chinese to each other before/after class, half can't seem to understand the professor, and most likely all of them are majors in business, economics, or actuarial 'science.' Not to mention this class would be like cheating for them, because they most likely learned all these texts, in Chinese, A YEAR OR TWO AGO IN CHINA (Oh wait, except they still don't know English and this stuff is taught in English, FUCK). Most of them give me sideways glances just because I speak without an accent, and don't apparently wear layers of sunscreen/BB cream/cakey makeup/brand names that only Chinks care about; because by their standards, I only have a 3rd grade education past which the only area I excel in more than them, is my English; that they are simply better than me in every other learned field like MATH and STYLE and how to CATCH MEN; because I'm too tall, my frame too large and "white," my style STANDS OUT as opposed to fitting in like everyone else's (Korean fashion, as that's what's HAWT right now all over Asia); that I'm not at all feminine and womanly and proper and cute and giggly and sighy and looking like the wind would blow me over and need a small yellow gentleman to flatter my frailness; because I actually stay awake listening to the professor drone on without snoring DESPITE sitting in the first row, that I actually have manners and don't slam the door on the person behind me on purpose; that I most likely never had the joy of having an older yellow gentleman buy me expensive gifts like real Tiffany diamonds or collections of real Chanel/LV/Gucci bags or a luxury suite just for me in exchange for being his mistress -- Christ, this list can go on forever.

Bottom line is as title says. Despite my inner philosophies based on how I was raised (and how, in a lot of ways, I retain that style of thinking), despite the fact that my parents and I are actually more traditional than them, we are the outdated, old China of (only?) 11-12 years ago.

But really, I don't mind or even care about all that. All that is further reinforced here is the exact extent to which the culture here sucks ass: close-minded know-it-all conservative mid-westerners on one end, animu otaku weaboo newfag /b/tards somewhere in the middle, those sneering-down-their-nose-at-any-other-Asian fresh-off-the-plane Chinks massively congregating in their little hole, and finally, ignorant liberals - bless me for finding out that they can even exist.

It really seems the same wherever we've been. I can hardly approve more of this wanting to resettle near the city.