I met with three groups of friends on Saturday. All career women. They blew me away. I think if I need support group here in Shanghai, they would be the first people I go to.
I saw a pattern in all of their Shanghai lifestyle. I call it “The Bubble.”
If one exposes herself too thoroughly in the Shanghai environment, it’d be like opening up your soul to the Death Eaters.
The mass would judge your taste, your lifestyle, your career choices, your partner, your car, your language… They would tell you that you should change to fit in and think they are doing you a favor.
Women don the same shade of makeup, even have the same face from their latest plastic surgeries. They wear the same style because it’s in and hip. Because some celebrity is making a wave with it. The latest model of iPhone is glued to their palms, bending their neck. People stop judging others taking selfies. Because now it has become the mainstream.
If you don’t want to be taken away by the current, you gotta have some haven, some shelter… some bubble for your soul to breathe and expand.
“Where would you want to end up?” I heard myself ask each one of them.
The answer stays the same: not here.
I suddenly felt a wave of sadness. The place I grew up, the place I call my hometown, has become too fast to strange to me, to us, that only this bubble of our daily life can make the old home liveable again.
So Shanghai, what’s your trait other than new and shiny?