Okay, after living in China for a few weeks, there are some things that are just so China to me. So in my head, I started saying, ‘That’s so China.’  But here’s the thing, it’s kinda like ‘forgetaboutit’ because it has different meanings depending on the context and delivery.  I will try to demonstrate.

When you almost get into an accident in a taxi but make it: That’s so China. Translation: I am happy to be alive and my friends and I will laugh about this later.

When you almost get into an accident in a taxi but make it: That’s so China. Translation: I am happy to be alive. Period.

When you get food delivered to your door on a rainy day and the guy isn’t expecting a tip: That’s so China.  Translation: Awesome.

When some random person cuts you in line: That’s so China. Translation: Aggravated.

When you have absolutely no personal space: That’s so China. Translation: Joke around with friends later, but keep an eye on your wallet.

When you see men walking around with their shirts up without the washboard abs: That’s so China. Translation: Mortified and realizing it is NEVER that hot or humid out.

When you wake up with 18 more bugs bites than the day before: That’s so China. Translation: Annoyed.

When you go to a restaurant and eat pigeon: That’s so China. Translation: Adventurous.

When you get your hair washed, conditioned, blown dry, with a massage: That’s so China.Translation: Pure bliss.

At a party tonight, ‘That’s so China’ became an acronym – TSC.  I am officially in China now baby!