Lipstick Messages, Bunny Massages, and Marathon Manicures: Sexist Stereotypes Hit Chinese Headlines

China’s biggest shopping festival, November 11, is around the corner. First appearing on Alibaba platforms Taobao and Tmall, the vaguely cynical “Singles’ Day” is now an intense battlefield for all e-commerce platforms, and even brick and mortar stores across China. Maybe this is why JD.com, the primary competitor of Alibaba’s shopping sites, prepared 300,000 packing boxes with this slogan in a questionable effort to attract their female (or male?) customers:

“You’re no different from a man if you don’t use lipstick.”

Chinese social media site Weibo was flooded with repostings of this picture and accompanying outraged comments on October 30. That afternoon, JD Cosmetics’ official account apologized for the “inappropriate copywriting,” and promised to compensate some of the customers who received the boxes with free cosmetics. However, the damage was done — netizens cited the slogan as an insult against both men and women:

“It’s already the year 8012, but when will you be kind to females? Hope it’s going to get better…” – Yi Ye Qing He_

“Is this discrimination against males? Is ‘slovenly’ the tag for men?” – Luan Luan Luan g

“I’m pregnant, so I avoid using too many cosmetics. Now I want to ask them — is a pregnant person who doesn’t wear make-up counted as a woman? Or a man?” – MUMA_Nuan Yang

Good questions. Adding fuel to the fire, some netizens brought up the recent sexual assault allegations against Liu Qiangdong — JD’s co-founder, Chairman and CEO — who was accused of assaulting a Chinese PhD candidate in Minneapolis at the end of August.

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Sexist stereotypes have made recent headlines elsewhere in the Chinese tech world, as well. On October 24 — aka Programmers’ Day — to award their hard-working (mostly male) programmers, some companies invited so-called gulishi (鼓励师, “encouraging masters,” i.e. bunny girls or female masseuses) into their offices:

It’s hard to tell how many programmers were really enjoying the “celebration.” As an outsider, I had complicated feelings about this — although some of the rare female programmers did get massages from male gulishi as well.

Even some recent events that were supposed to be tailored for women — such as Shanghai’s Jing’an International Women’s Marathon, which gathered 3,500 women in Shanghai on October 14 — couldn’t shake the cliché of what is deemed suitable for women. I mean, look at the medal:

Water-drop shape, floral design, crystal. Additionally, the marathon featured a manicure area, plus a picture-taking zone near the finish line.

Most recently, and tragically, 15 people died in a dreadful car crash on a bridge over the Yangtze River in Wangzhou, Chongqing on October 28. After fighting back against a passenger who missed her stop and confronted him when refusing to pull over between stops, the (male) driver surnamed Ran wheeled the bus around to the left, hit a red vehicle on the bridge, then crashed into the river, sinking the bus and killing all on board. Before the recovered surveillance video was released, many online commenters (and even some news reports) focused on an old stereotype about women being bad drivers, since the driver of the red car was female.

According to the Huike News database, from January 2016 to October 2018, the number of news headlines that include both “road killer” and “female driver” was 1,395, while the combination of “road killer” and “male driver” only appeared 38 times over the same period.

However, the actual accident rate for male (in blue below) vs female (orange) drivers in Nanjing, Jinan and Hangzhou tells a different story:

On November 2, Xi Jinping held a meeting with the new leaders of the National Federation of Women in Beijing, emphasizing the group’s “Socialist path with Chinese characteristics for women’s development.” The Chinese leader acknowledged that there is still discrimination against women in China, and encouraged the Federation to “speak up for women when their rights are infringed upon,” as well as “to create an environment, clear away obstacles, [and] offer conditions for women’s full development.”

 

Long way to go, fellas.

Cover image: Chinese Burn (source)

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Photo of the Day: Head in the Clouds

Our Photo of the Day series this week shares photos from photographer Jimmy Lin

我现在生活的广州,连续几天的多云天气拍到的一张很满意的小蛮腰,广州真的很性感

Translated:

I currently live in Guangzhou; this was taken during a period of really cloudy days. This was one of the first photos that I was happy with during that time of the “Tiny Waist” (describing the Canton Tower). Guangzhou is truly a sexy city.

Jimmy is a photographer currently based in Guangzhou. He’s been interested in photography since the age of 16. While gradually falling in love with this art-form, he uses photos to express his thoughts and as a medium to show the beauty in things around him. Because of his active personality, he tries to search for unique views that are fresh and exciting.

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An eElderly Shanghainese citizen fearlessly entering a busy crossroad at already amber lights (Location: Fumin Lu x Changle Lu, Shanghai)

Jan is a German photographer based in Shanghai. His day job is a marketing manager in the sporting goods industry. Having been in China for less than a year, he’s deeply fascinated by everyday life on the streets of the city. He feels that it is “an ordinary life at first sight, yet so familiar when you take a second look”. He shoots urban, architecture, people, and travel, all on his mobile phone and a drone. Be sure to check out more photos of China through his eyes here.

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Being Thomas Friedman in Taipei

I landed in Taipei 36 hours ago and I’m trying very hard to re-calibrate. This is my first time to Taiwan and I already had a hunch I would like it. There’s a lot to love: Complex characters 繁體字, fast unfettered Internet, and all of the best stuff taken from the Forbidden City collection when Chiang Kai-shek abandoned the Mainland back in 1949. The problem is: I like Taiwan very much in a way that is not altogether healthy.

Nothing is more annoying than the eagerly uncritical writer (See: Friedman, Thomas) who arrives at a destination, and proceeds to gush and coo over every fucking miraculous quirk of local culture. It’s particularly execrable when the gushing and cooing have nothing to do with the place being described and everything to do with bashing whatever supposed hellscape the writer just left.

So when I say I love Taiwan, I do so with the full expectation that I may be simply exorcizing the accumulated demons of a life lived in Beijing. But you know what, fuck it… I absolutely love Taiwan and let me tell you why.

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Photo by K X I T H V I S U A L S on Unsplash

First of all, the food. I’ve never thought of Taipei as a foodie destination mainly because in Beijing I associate “Taiwanese cuisine” with “Bellagio,” a forgettable restaurant with a dumb name and food designed to be picked at by peckish club kids and the women who date them in the small hours of a Sanlitun morning.

Almost every street in Taipei seems to have either open-air food stalls or restaurants and that’s before you hit the night markets. Night. Markets. The kind of thing Beijing used to have before the municipal government decided that al fresco dining and street food were the devil’s handmaidens.

(That said, the busiest “restaurants” in Taipei – at least at lunchtime – are the 7-11s. I’ve never seen business saturation like this. There is literally a 7-11 on every corner of every street in Taipei and they are almost always packed.)

Getting around Taipei has been easier than I expected, too. I’ve not been able to get Didi to work (Ding! Score one point for Beijing!) but then I realized that hailing a cab in Taipei is a relatively painless endeavor and the drivers – at least compared to their Beijing counterparts – do not believe that being a relentless engorged cock is integral to the passenger experience. Moreover, Taipei cabbies – at least based on the half-dozen or so cabs I’ve taken – do appear to have basic knowledge of geography and street addresses. Before I moved to Beijing I took such things for granted. Now, no more.

I’ve been traveling with my friend, The Mighty Ho. TMH’s parents are from Taiwan (his grandfather was a KMT officer) but he grew up in a college town in a part of the United States most people simply fly over unless they are playing football or running for president. TMH’s parents would routinely ship him to Taipei as a teenager in the hope of matching him up with somebody from the right Taiwanese family. He now lives in the PRC and is resolutely single, a situation which a lesser friend might suggest is a lifestyle meant to be a passive-aggressive way to torment his parents.

On this trip, TMH is house hunting. After a decade working in a smallish, coastal city in China, he was beyond ready for something different. To say TMH is “tired of China” would be a bit like accusing a drowning victim of being “tired of water.”

“Look, standing in lines! What’s up with that! Crazy Taiwanese.”

“You mean sidewalks are for pedestrians? Who knew?”

I’m not quite as far gone as TMH, but it’s hard to ignore that the delicate balance between the challenges and rewards of living in China has been tipping precariously to the wrong side in recent years. Beijing in particular has become something of a cultural wasteland as the municipal government continues to strip mine the soul of the city.

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“Are you guys here for the parade?”

The Mighty Ho and I had been hunkered over a bar table commiserating our inevitable return to the Motherland while simultaneously trying to work out a complicated three-team fantasy basketball trade when we made a new friend.

“What parade?” I asked.

“The Gay Pride Parade.”

Holy Jumping Jesus Fish! There’s a Gay Pride parade in Taipei?

Why, yes. Yes, there was. Unfortunately, I missed it.

But if there was any one thing which confirmed my belief that Taipei exists on a separate — and, I’ll say it, better — plane of existence than Beijing this was it: Over the last weekend of October, 137,000 people marched in the streets of Taiwan’s capital in support of gay marriage.

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There is absolutely nothing about that scene which wouldn’t make a CCP cadre itchier than a bag of bleached assholes:

137,000 people. Many in costume and/or expressions of gender fluidity. Marching in the streets. Of the capital. In support of a referendum. Which people will vote on. Deciding the issue of gay marriage.

I could live in Beijing for 100 years and so long as the CCP still runs the show and Mao’s picture graces Tiananmen, I will have a better chance of seeing a sex tape featuring Wang Qishan, Thomas Friedman, and a pack of fully-erect Labradoodles than I do seeing 137,000 activists marching for anything in China’s capital.

I’m willing to take all of this back, of course. I’ve only been in Taipei for three days. Maybe on the fourth day, I’ll get hit by a bus. I’m sure that anyone actually living in Taiwan can tell me 23 reasons why Taipei sucks. Maybe I’m just exorcizing my Beijing demons. It’s all entirely possible.

But then there’s this:

I’ll ask it again: What’s not to love?

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Cruising the Old Town and South Bund area on a calm Sunday morning is a priceless experience (Location: Shiliupu, Shanghai)

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Wǒ Men Podcast: I Changed My Name Because of a Chinese Fortune Teller

The Wǒ Men podcast is a bi-weekly discussion of life in China hosted by Yajun Zhang and Jingjing Zhang. Previous episodes of the Wǒ Men podcast can be found here, and you can find Wǒ Men on iTunes here.

What’s in a name? For Annie Huang, potentially a new lease of life.

Annie (pictured left) recently changed her Chinese given name from Yating (雅婷) to Yiling (奕绫) based on the instruction of a part-time fortune telling master (who incidentally holds a full-time job as a private equity investor). Even though Annie has a well paid and highly regarded job and is in a loving marriage, she was bothered that this may not be what she wants and felt confused as to where her life was going. A new name, the theory goes, could potentially free her mind and soul and allow her to be a “free horse” (she is born in the year of horse) to pursue what she wants.

She is not alone. Many Chinese seek comfort and assurance from fortune telling masters, who don’t only serve as a kind of prophet, but also to some extent play the role of psychologist. Amid the myriad pressures of modern life, many Chinese are turning back to traditional superstitions and beliefs, and fortune telling and feng shui businesses have boomed over the past decade.

In today’s episode, Annie talks about her name changing experience and how it has fed into a process of self-discovery.

Have thoughts or feedback to share? Want to join the discussion? Write to Yajun and Jingjing at [email protected].

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