love in a land of motorbikes

⊆ 9:33 PM by amadbrownwoman | , . | ˜ 0 comments »

(because i realized that a lot of views to this blog* are from people searching for amadbrownwoman)

when writing comments on a space as mediocre as a vietnamese condom blogs, it's inevitable to make mistakes. although i do make sassy comments like this on a daily basis, i make a conscious effort not to blog in this manner. the reason is simple: i don't want to be penalized for my sexuality or my being a filipino. because if a man blogs in this manner, it's fine and just dandy. and when it's a woman, it's not so. i also don't want some snide shitty condescending comments like "hang on to your wallets, she's a filipina". but when i commented on thirsty thong, i realized i couldn't take it back, so duoc, duoc, i am che, i am amadbrownwoman, shoot me.

famous quotes that i made yesterday

i dunno jimmy i see them lovers around the park near my house too,the park near the airport, vietnamese couples may not show affection in public but they sure can fuck in public. which leads me to this: no need for gymnastics in vietnam as flexibility is proven and the most important of all, no need for vibrators...
as my image of vietnamese couples is not the same as the picture of hanoian couples, saigon couples are in motorbikes (hence the flexibility and vibrator), the inevitable question, saigon or hanoi, to be or not to be.....

willed ignorance is bliss
as attested by d ( thanks!), there is not much PDA except on parks, and other recreation areas. and then there's more than PDA that goes on. i see it oftener and oftener and like the locals, i ignore it more and more.
If you're in Vietnam long enough, you quickly realize that there is not that much PDA, except that there is a special force field around any and all parks, recreation areas and banks of navigable waters or lakes.

This special force field allows all those within it to be invisible to others - magically, you're invisible to both those who are outside this field (i.e. pedestrians outside the park) and those who are inside (i.e. your fellow Cong Vien visitors).

Sadly, this invisibility powers only extends over those viewers who hold a Vietnamese passport. So every expat can see what you're doing.
... That's the only reason I can think of to explain what we've seen in the local parks in the middle of a sunny Sunday stroll in Hanoi...

i think though that the locals ignore it because it's culturally unacceptable and so if one acts and talks like it's not happening, then it must not be happening. (ang gulu gulo ever, keber!) willed ignorance is bliss, pun intended.

it is i think part of youth culture, their way of circumventing the rigidity of hierarchical, confucian relationship between man and woman in vietnamese society.

there is a political economy in which it is based. aside from the obvious influences of the media (britneyspears is just one tv button away), there are many small factories and businesses in and around the city which employs many young people from other provinces and cities and from ho chi minh city alike. after all, this is the economic center of vietnam. this is in addition to the many universities found here. (don't take my word for it though. i am not an expert on vietnamese society no matter how long i stay in vietnam.)

what i find interesting is that no one else has commented on them on blogs and in other forms of media. am i the only one who actually notices such happenings?

it was one of those unguarded moments when i wrote this comment. it was not to criticize. the "motorbike gymnastics was pointed out by a homosexual Vietnamese man as part of his criticism of "normal" heterosexual Vietnamese relationships. i do not share that sentiment: everyone is entitled to own their bodies.

on saigon and hanoi
well, i meant, which is hotter? saigon or hanoi? is it safe to assume that it saigon stands alone in this. if that's the only thing that's happening (as described by d) in hanoi, booring.

(and believe me, mother tried)

*this means my old blog

toys sold in a park

workers in a lacquer factory