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White privilege is a real, and saddening, phenomenon in many developing countries where people of Caucasian descent are treated in a different way than those of other descent. In China, this is clearly seen in all matters of daily life. Even in Shanghai, a city with a huge international presence, people of different races are treated differently, as well as different from Chinese locals. Sadly, foreigners in China still operate as if fixed within a tier system. Yet that system is not organized by country of origin, it is strictly constructed through color of skin. Those with white skin are treated with best, making up the most privileged tier. Those with darker skin, such as Latinos or African Americans, are given a second tier status. Lastly, Chinese locals are disrespectfully placed in the third tier.

In China, white preference is clearly showcased in beauty standards. Unlike in the US, in China skin color is not a sensitive topic, instead it is a bluntly discussed topic. Chinese people try hard to keep their skin as pale and white as possible, because in China whiter skin is a symbol of high status. Chinese people will carry around special umbrellas to keep the sun from darkening their skin, put on skin whitening creams, and wear long pants and shirts in the heat of the summer to protect their skin. Aside from skin, people in China also believe that Western eyes are the epitome of beauty, and many will get plastic surgery to change their appearance to be more similar to that of Westerners. For example, in China the most common plastic surgery is a surgery to pull back your eyelids, making the eyes bigger and rounder. Chinese women are naturally beautiful, and it is upsetting to me to walk around and see all the fake eyelids on the streets.

...continue reading "White Privilege in China"

By rmattiola

This last week was writing week. A week full of headaches and confusion and maybe even some tears if I’m being completely honest. My roommate told me the other day, “This is like finals but a month long instead of a week long”. Thank god for roommates.

This week I was finally able to listen to music while working since I’m no longer transcribing interviews. Often when I listen to music I get a little caught up in the beats or the lyrics and go on song investigation sprees. On one of these youtube browsing-npr podcast searching-consequence of sound-reading expeditions on Bon Iver’s new album, I found a press conference where he answered questions about song titles and lyric inspiration.

He described a soul-searching traveling experience that landed him on Greek islands, stranded and helpless. He started to sing a line to himself, “this might be over soon”. He recorded the verse one night and apparently didn’t make any more music until the next year. So he had this one verse to keep listening to over and over again. Eventually he said, a part of his voice sounded like he was saying 2, 2. This number 22 represented duality for him, and he eventually applied this concept of duality to the line “it might be over soon”. One could be saying, “Thank god, it might be over soon” or “Geez, I can’t believe it, how sad, it might be over soon”.

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Cheers from London!

Well, that is from my last week in London... it's so wild that this incredible semester is wrapping up into its final week. It seems like 5 months is almost the same as 5 minutes, as time has flown by faster than I could have ever imagined.

This semester I've had the opportunity to continue my work with LGBTQ+ students. Honestly, this is one of my most passionate involvements. As a student who identifies on the LGBTQ+ spectrum (and growing up in the south), I can personally relate to the issues and difficulties that face students like me. While many of our LGBTQ+ family members suffer from inquisitions and death threats throughout the world, one consistent trend among members of our community is that discrimination comes in many forms. It's up to us - and allies - to educate our communities about what it means to be gay, queer, trans, intersex, or however someone identifies.

...continue reading "Wrapping into an End"

Recently, I went to what might be my favorite place in Vietnam. Đà Lạt is a city north of Ho Chi Minh City by roughly 300 kilometers. The city boomed during French colonization as a vacation spot because, due to it’s elevation, it has a fairly mild climate compared to the other cities in Vietnam.

Đà Lạt is in what is called the “Central Highlands” of Vietnam. The region, as implied by the name, occupy the inner provinces of Vietnam that border Cambodia and Laos. It is also up in the mountains and offers a very different view than one might typically see in Ho Chi Minh City. Rolling hills and french architecture dominant the scape and everything is beautiful.


There are many, many reasons why I loved Đà Lạt and my time there.

To start, the French were right—the temperature is so nice. While there, it was between 70 to 80 which is a treat considering that a normal day in Ho Chi Minh is in the low 90s. There was a slight breeze at all times coming from the lake in the center of town. And, once the sun came down, it dipped into the 60s. It was a TREAT.

Also, Đà Lạt is a major coffee growing region. As I have mentioned before, coffee is my vice. I drink it regularly in Ho Chi Minh City and it is something that is a mandatory item of consumption in the US. I can’t walk through the doors of Gelman without some type of coffee. Well, the coffee in Đà Lạt was amazing as assumed. There was a place near our hostel called, “Maybe Blue.” It was a really nice interior—the “quaint coffee shop” look that Vietnam has perfected—and it overlooked the city. They served a delicious cinnamon coffee (cà phê sữa đá + cinnamon) and that simple spice added so much to the drink. However, I had the two best cups of coffee I’ve ever had (in Vietnam) at the Mê Linh Coffee Garden and La Viet.

...continue reading "I like Đà Lạt (d)a lot."

Shanghai is a very international city, and therefore I have the exciting opportunity to interact with people from all over the world. As well as interacting with Chinese people every day, the international community in Shanghai makes it very easy for us “foreigners” to meet and share experiences. On one hand, these interactions have mainly been positive. On the other hand, I have gotten many mixed reactions to my being American. Most Mexicans I have met here have come off very offensive until I told them I didn’t vote for Trump. A lot of Europeans just shake their heads when they hear I am from the United States and proceed to emphasize their intellectual and moral superiority.

Chinese people have a broad spectrum of views on Americans. Government propaganda, over the years, has worked to highlight the worst of US life, which sadly now they have a lot of material to work with. For example, Trump’s whirlwind election and subsequent first 100 days in China are widely broadcasted in China, whereas Obama’s wasn’t. In addition, news of racial prejudice and violence against minorities is also present in China, to the point where I even had a Chinese person tell me he hated African Americans because he wanted to be welcoming and thought I did too because I was American. Some other weird conceptions of Americans include: we work out too much. Our staple food is McDonalds and Kentucky Fried Chicken. Every person is in a fraternity. We think we are the best in the world.

Chinese people are also fascinated by some of the knowledge we have about China. When I was in Beijing last summer, my teacher was shocked to find out we had any idea that the Tiananmen Protests occurred. Many Chinese are also stupefied to learn that I am really interested in learning their language. Most younger people in China have had more exposure to the international world and are less surprised by the things that Americans do. A lot of them use VPNs, have very liberal values, and easily laugh and mingle among foreigners.

...continue reading "How China sees US"

By rmattiola

It’s time to talk about this. I am perpetually congested here in the beautiful south. I returned from Puerto Saavedra to Temuco on Thursday to play field hockey. Once I arrived, I received a text telling me practice was cancelled due to “environmental emergency”. I asked, what does that mean? My friend explained that all the wood burning stoves and heaters in the towns and city produce so much smoke which gets trapped and can dangerously effect their health if they were to vigorously exercise outdoors for 2 hours. On the bus rides back during the evening, I noticed flumes of smoke hovering over the semi-suburban villages outside the city. I couldn’t help but think about Chile’s carbon footprint. Let’s start with excessive wood burning. Toss in acres and acres of cows—happy cows. Recall the constant tacos (traffic jams) throughout all the cities. Wrap it all up with the fact that recycling is essentially non-existent. Loads of plastic and glass get thrown in with food scraps. It’s infuriating. But remind yourself of the 20 or so wind turbines you saw in the desert to Atacama. And remind yourself that the people are just living the system put in place for them by their government. All this though is especially confusing when I listen to my indigenous interviewees teaching me about their strong connection to naturaleza, and how we are all born from mother earth. What’s even weirder is that plenty of people talk about climate change. Not only do they believe it, but they’re experiencing it. And yet they sit, subversive to their government that’s not mandating clean energy and providing extensive recycling services. I vowed to go back to the U.S. and live as environmentally clean as I can. I plan to go completely vegetarian again… nearly vegan due to my lactose intolerance. I plan to learn more than I already do about recycling and sorting. I’ll ride my bike around Coopersburg, like I did when I was a tween. I’ll eat local crops from my dad’s Co-op and the town farmer’s market. I’ll go out to all those rallies back in DC on the national mall, in front of the white house and congress building, and demand a transition to clean energy. If you know me, you’ve heard this before, so I’ll move on.

...continue reading "Wood Burning Stoves and Anthropological Woes"

When I decided I wanted to study abroad I knew right away that it would be South America, and either Chile or Argentina would have to be my destination. So once I settled on Chile and got comfortable in Santiago, I knew I wanted to take an opportunity to visit Argentina if I could. So when a good deal came up on a flight, me and three friends decided to just go for it. We stayed in an Airbnb and made a vague itinerary with any much packed into 3 days as possible.

I had been told that Argentina was very unique from other countries in Latin America and I wanted to test that for myself, so I made some observations to compare with my experiences in Chile!

  1. The Spanish - Chilean's have notoriously bad Spanish with a lot of slang words and a strong accent. Argentines also speak with a unique accent where they make the "ll" or "Y" sounds into almost a J. But generally I found it pretty easy to understand them.
  2.  The cities - Buenos Aires is by far more modern and European than Santiago. The streets are very wide, there are many monuments and statues and theres a lot of free wifi!
  3. Food - Neither country is very well known for their cuisine. But Chile boasts good seafood and wine while Argentina has pizza and Italian food (from its Italian immigrants) as well as great meat. Great might be an understatement since I had the best steak in the universe.
  4. Argentines tend to be taller and more European/Italian looking, take that as you will.
  5. Mood - Chileans are very down to earth, and welcoming of foreigners (since they are a very isolated country). On the other hand Argentines consider themselves to be better than the rest of Latin America and are not impressed by US citizens since they get so many tourists.
  6. Natural beauty - Santiago has is surrounded by the Andes mountain and have Buenos Aires beat no question - but I have been told the rest of Argentina is very naturally beautiful.
  7. Overall - In general both cities are super interesting, with rich histories and struggles. We were able to see amazing art and culture and eat some great food.

...continue reading "Not Crying in Argentina"

By dylanmaric

I'm nearing the end of my time in Ho Chi Minh City, but I just recently finished what is my "spring break." I will say, it was a little weird traveling around while everyone I know back home was studying for finals but, hey, a breaks a break. So, my friend on the program, Erica, and I headed to both Phuket and Singapore. The prior was where we spent a majority of our stay, while we only spent roughly 30 hours in the latter.

So, Phuket!

Now, I feel like I have heard a lot about Phuket in my lifetime as being this magnificent, beautiful haven along the water. A destination where people from across the globe flock to spend their time and money. I would say that both of those statements rang true. Upon landing, it was very clear that effort was put into the Phuket airport and, while driving towards our hotel, that Western influence was very apparent.

We stayed in an area of the island known as Patong. Patong is a hub of sorts for all the more "hip" travelers and backpackers making it much more appealing for a younger clientele. It's about a 30 minute drive from Old Phuket Town resting on the Eastern side of the island. Truthfully, Patong was incredibly overwhelming. The food was fantastic because everywhere you looked both Thai and Indian cuisine was offered (both of which are my favorites). On the other hand, it was very crowded, littered, and loud. There is a street, Bangla, that has some notoriety and it was one of the most insane places I've ever been. It was packed with people and was home to a lot more particular oddities that people may know of if they've heard of Thailand.

...continue reading "On An Island in the Sun"

By juliareinholdgw

This weekend I went on one of the most challenging excursions of my life – hiking through Wuyuan, China’s mountainous rural landscape. Me and two other classmates hiked 50 miles over the course of 2 days in one of China’s most beautiful areas, got lost over 100 times, and even accidentally ended up climbing a mountain into a different province than what Wuyuan was in. It was an amazing, yet tiring, experience, and taught me a lot – not only about how far I could push myself, but also about Chinese rural life.

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By rmattiola

My first week in Temuco has flown by too quickly. I am conducting my independent research project here in the south, with the city of Temuco as my basepoint and the towns of Makewe, Puerto Saavedra and Nuevo Imperial as the study centers. The three SIT girls in Temuco are the first group to stay within the city. One girl opted for a cheap hostel as her monthly residence. Sarah and I took up an offer to stay with the family of our friendly bus driver from when we traveled the south a month ago. This is my fourth host family. Originally, I was hoping to rent an apartment on airbnb with the other girls in order to have the most independence and be able to cook for myself, but I figured if given the opportunity to speak more Spanish, I should take it. Also the bus driver, don Pepe was probably the nicest, coolest gentleman we’ve traveled with. I struck gold with this decision. The living situation is perfect. Sarah and I are staying in a gorgeous new apartment in the University district of Temuco. Our host mom, Cecilia, don Pepe’s sister, is a statistician and a math professor at 3 different universities (there are 5 all within a 10 minute drive of the apartment). She is obviously a successful woman, but clearly works hard for her success. I arrived Tuesday evening and did not meet her until Saturday morning. She leaves the apartment by 7am and does not return until of after 11pm. I awoke with a congested head Wednesday morning, and was asleep before 10:30pm the rest of the week. On Saturday I kicked the worst of the cold and was eager to meet Cecilia.

...continue reading "Temuco: Home away from Home"