still in china

so i have noticed some things about dear ole' china....

personal space. there is none. these folks will literally push you out of the way. no excuse me. i have not body checked anyone yet, but i have come very close. i am southern and i expect you to say excuse me, when i say it to you. here, that absolutely doesn't happen. i have been pushed and shoved all over shanghai. i think it's horseshit. i have though knocked an umbrella to the ground, because obviously they are shorter and i could have lost an eye.

manners, table manners to be exact. they DO NOT exist. i don't need to chew with my mouth open, but here, i could, and it would be okay. it borders on nauseating. thank you for showing me what my chewed up food looks like, i was curious.

spitting. as much as the pollution here causes phelgm, i would rather not see you spit out your oh so disgusting loogie on the street. if american men did that, they would never get laid. it is gross, and i am tired of walking through your spit.

litter. find a damn trashcan! is it that hard? i don't think so, but i am a very american girl, and litter is frowned upon.

and there is no pedestrian law here. it's like a giant game of frogger. and the chinese are winning the game.

thank god for skippy peanut butter, bananas, and something i thought i'd never say, mc donalds. and the occasional westerner.

ugh. keep reading...


oh, and i almost forgot, a typhoon here is like a small spring storm in the states. it rained, the humidity is crazy, and my hair looks like shit.