I was on the phone with a bakery, ordering my mom’s favourite cake for her birthday.
“I want the one that’s heart-shaped and covered with pink and lavender cream roses.”
“In rows, right?”
“Right. The one with the groove marks in the side that makes it look like a basket.”
“Basket? There are no basket grooves on that one, pretty girl.”
Um, we were on the phone. How did she know what I look like? I wanted to reply, “Actually, my face is covered in warts and I have four boobs, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
There's this trend in Hong Kong culture, usually among blue-collar workers, male and female alike, where they address complete strangers directly as "pretty girl" and "handsome guy." It's distasteful and coarse and fake to me. And who are they kidding? It's not flattering to be called pretty or handsome when the ogre next to you is being addressed the same way. Just sayin'. :P
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