Years ago, I was having a conversation with my Malaysian friend, and we started talking about how Malaysia has a lot of British influence. “We drive on the right like they do,” my friend explained.
“Wait, what?” I thought I had heard her wrong, or that she had misspoken. “You mean you drive on the left like they do.”
“No, we drive on the right in Malaysia. What about in the U.S.?”
“Um,” I was still confused, but answered her. “We drive on the right, like here in China.”
“Wait, what?” Now she was confused. “They don’t drive on the right in China.” We quickly figured out the problem. I was talking about which side of the ROAD the CAR drives on; she was talking about which side of the CAR the DRIVER sits in to drive. Therefore, we were both right; when you insert the appropriate hidden assumption, it makes a lot more sense. In the U.S. we drive on the right (side of the road) and we drive on the left (side of the car).
This is not the first time something like this has happened.
It’s amazing the amount of implicit cultural assumptions we carry around in our noggins, and that sort of thing is liable to trip a person up when dealing cross-culturally.
Just a few weeks ago, I was asking my househelper to buy potatoes at the market. “What size do you want?” she asked. I responded like this to show her:
“About this big.”
She laughed with eyes wide in surprise. “Oh, they don’t have them that big!”
“Oh,” I muttered, confused because I had seen potatoes that size for sale just about everywhere. “Okay, well, then just get the biggest ones they have.”
When she came back with the exact size I had originally wanted, a bell went off in my head. She’s talking about width, but I was talking about length.
I was sure this was the right explanation, because several years ago, I had had a similar experience talking to a Chinese friend. I was trying to learn the names of fish that are commonly sold here, so I was describing one kind.
“It’s about this big,” I started, indicating the size with my hands, like this:
I didn’t get further in my explanation, because that friend also gave a startled laugh. “Oh, no, no, I don’t think they sell fish that big!” I knew something was fishy (HA HA HA) because I had just seen carp that size swimming around in tubs at the market down the street. We talked a little more, and I eventually realized that while I understood my gesture to mean the length of the fish, head to tail, she assumed I was showing her its girth. Aha. Yeah, I’d need to shop at SeaWorld for something that hefty.
These tomayto/tomahto differences aren’t in any textbook, and it seems like you just have to stumble upon them to even know they exist. However, once you’ve learned them, it makes things go a whole lot more smoothly.
For example, I’ll never forget when I finally figured out how to properly state someone’s age in China. For a long time, I would get into these weird conversational loops with neighbors or strangers. They’d go something like this:
Chinese mom out playing with her young son: How old is your daughter?
It’s vital to know this, by the way. The most common/polite way for the son to greet my daughter is to either call her jie jie (‘older sister’) or mei mei (‘younger sister’), so if the children are too close in age to guess correctly who is older, this question is going to be asked.
Me: She’s four. [Thinking this is true because she is still a couple months away from her 5th birthday.]
Chinese mom: Oh, then she’s his mei mei. [Tells son to greet my daughter as mei mei, which he does.]
Me: How old is your son? Five?
Chinese mom: Yes, five. When was your daughter born?
Me: [Gives month and year]
Chinese mom, confused: Oh, so she’s his jie jie, not his mei mei. He’s not turning five until December.
Me: Um…okay. [Wait, didn’t she just tell me he’s five? I’m confused and wondering if I had just misheard everything up to that point.]
It turns out that much of the time, people will tell you how old they are at the end of this lunar year. It doesn’t matter if their birthday has passed yet or not. (I believe this is rooted in the traditional view that everyone turns one year older at Spring Festival.)
At any rate, it was very confusing for me for a while. I still can’t bring myself to say that I’m 39 when I’m still 38, for example, because it’s technically untrue. Thankfully, there’s a way to say it without making the Western part of my brain cringe. “我今年39岁。This year, I’m (turning) 39,” I tell people, and all parties are clear. If the other person is also turning/has turned 39 this year, then we start sorting out birth months to figure out who is older so we know what to call each other.
These are the types of things that remind me that language and culture are all tangled up together, and it’s very hard to learn one without the other. And it’s very hard to learn either without the people who speak that language and live in that culture. The more of these hidden cultural assumptions you master, the easier life becomes in your host country.
Plus, if you’re a fisherman, you can come to China and impress everyone by saying you caught a fish THIS BIG.
Car photo: Flickr/Jonathan Kos-Read
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May 14, 2015 at 9:53 pm
I have a very hard time with having to tell people I’m another year older just 3 months after my birthday made me the age I am when Chinese New Year happens. It’s just a bit painful. I’ve only been caught once when someone asked me what my Zodiac animal was and then called me out on it. Would it be terribly wrong to just say I was the next Zodiac animal if they tried to investigate my answer? I have a feeling they’re going to get less and less impressed by my three kids as I get older and older, and one of the things that gets me through some days is telling people I’m 30 and getting a big grin and a double thumbs up from them.
May 15, 2015 at 11:12 am
April, this made me laugh! I have been sorely tempted at times to tell people I’m 10 or 20 years older than I am, just to see that kind of reaction. It’s a healthier coping mechanism than baijiu, I suppose. 🙂
January 15, 2016 at 9:06 am
Emily!! Is this you? So great to run across this great article!! Great job. We miss you all!
January 15, 2016 at 10:24 am
Yes, it’s me, Patty! Miss you, too. Hope you guys are finding ways to breathe in the north. 🙂
June 30, 2016 at 2:36 pm
Ive had cars in the north drive anywhere they like.I got lots of stories.i was in Anshan in 2001 and the taxi I was in run down a middle aged woman on a zebra crossing.no big injuries but she was in shock and bruised.driver wasn’t happy with her but got out and put her on her feet ,put her bag in her hand and we drove off with him saying what a stupid woman she was.I was also in shock I think.Ive also been run down by a taxi.haha,and ive seen some really bad accidents too.They have too many everyday there.
June 30, 2016 at 3:37 pm
Wow, Geoffrey, what a crazy experience! I guess it’s good that he at least stopped and helped her to her feet. But yeah, in Western countries, usually the driver would not be calling the pedestrian stupid if they had gotten hit while using the crosswalk!