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Prepare Yourself. Put on Some Happy Tunes.


This past week, the only truly exciting things that I did were to go rock climbing, finish watching the second season of Game of Thrones (OMG IT WAS AWESOME), get caught up in the Once Upon a Time series (I know it seems like I’m watching too much TV, but it’s just to get study breaks), and visit Wat Umong. 

On Tuesday, I went rock climbing with Ashley, Emily and Mickey (the master rock climber) at Chiang Mai Rock Climbing Adventures for Ladies’ Night where we got to climb the wall for free!  Rock climbing is a lot harder than it looks, and I fell down onto the mats when reaching for the top of the wall (I will one day make that red tape path MINE!), and that’s that about rock climbing. 
I assure you, I got farther up the wall than this.

This morning, Emily, Kristina, and I went to Wat Umong because some dude from muay thai training (which I sadly have decided that I need to stop doing for several reasons) kept raving about during a warm-up run one morning. It’s actually really cool- everywhere, there are trees with signs posted everywhere.  The signs have a series of Thai and English proverbs that are very inspiring. There are also a series of tunnels (umong) through which you walk to worship some Buddhas, a Chedi, a library, and more!
Paying respects to the Buddhas in the tunnels
 
The sillies at the Naga staircase

Feeding the fishies

I LOVED all of the signs here
 

But all of this is not what I’d like to talk about in this post.  Right now, I’m writing two research papers; one is about the roles of women in Thai Buddhism, and the other is about child prostitution in the Philippines for my Economics of the Sex Industry in Southeast Asia class.

I had the opportunity to go camping this weekend at Mae Hong Son (which I would highly recommend), but the fact that I have to have a bibliography for this paper turned in on Tuesday, convinced me that I needed to stay in and due crap tons of research.  Obviously, this was a depressing weekend.

Prostitution is a big issue in Southeast Asia.  I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this in a previous post, but the sex industry is very prevalent in Thailand.  While riding through the streets of Chiang Mai in a songtaew at night, it has been difficult to ignore the florescent lights marking the location of a “karaoke” establishment, or serving as the backdrop for a series of scantily clad women standing outside of one of the city’s buildings.  When going out to clubs, I am constantly wondering which of the provocatively dressed girls are prostitutes.  There are also plenty of ladyboys (boys who dress as girls, or are undergoing surgeries to become girls) in the mix, and these are oftentimes the girls who are most proactive in hitting on our foreign male friends.

Nighttime Chiang Mai is very sexualized.  Why?  Well, for Southeast Asia, the sex industry has its roots during the Vietnam War when the American soldiers would take vacations in different parts of the region for a little R&R.  This included the opportunity to have paid sex with Asian women.  Unfortunately, the popularity of prostitution did not leave with the Americans after the war ended.  Some of these countries’ economies still depend on the sex industry, so the government turns its head, or has been corrupted. 

After the implementation of anti-prostitution laws and enforcement, many sexualized institutions have been forced to go more underground by disguising brothels as massage parlors, karaoke bars, etc.  A lot of sex workers are not known as prostitutes, but are called “bar girls,” “entertainers,” or “guest relations officers (GROs- can you believe they have an acronym for this? weird.) 

There is an entire tourist industry geared toward helping foreigners have sexual relations with prostitutes.  These old white men are easy to spot when they are sporting young Asian women on their arms, flaunting about as if she’s his girlfriend (younger men and Southeast Asians also pay for sex, not just old white men- there is no stereotypical 'john').  It makes dancing at clubs a little uncomfortable if I’m not tipsy enough to ignore it.    What’s worse is that a lot of these young girls are under the age of 18.  Why? Because of the demand for young girls.  Why?  Because there are perverts who are more sexually attracted to children, because impoverished parents sell their children to the streets, because it’s a way for the children to survive, and more.  Girls as young as 6 years old are being taught how to give oral sex.

Another reason for young girls- fear of HIV/AIDS.  Young girls, and especially virgins, are sought out because it is believed that having sex with a young girl will prevent the buyer from contracting the disease, or it will get rid of the disease.  Others believe it will make them more beautiful, more powerful, or increase their lifespan. Load of bullshit, but the dumbbums believe it.

No matter the age or gender, many sex workers are affected psychologically, physically, and socially.  They are beaten, threatened, viewed as a commodity, forced into a system that they may not escape from, and dehumanized.  Their culture tells them that they are dirty and not worthy- they will never amount to anything, never be married, never be respected.  They will not have a good reincarnation in their next life because they are bad people in this life.

The people selling them are pimps, brothel owners, family members, friends, and even themselves. But these people get away with what they are doing due to lack of law enforcement, aid from corrupt police and government officials, and the fact that this practice is normative in these cultures.

There are a load of NGOS and GOs that work toward stopping this practice.  But oftentimes their answer is rescue.  This isn’t the best answer in many cases- rehabilitation into society isn’t always effective, sometimes they return to prostitution, or they are unhappy with their lives inside of these institutions.

I have a lot more to say about this issue.  I’m still learning about it.  I know this is the most depressing post that I’ve written, but I’m sharing my weekend with you.  This is what I’ve been reading about for the past 48 hours (you can’t blame me for taking a lot of TV breaks now, can you?).  A lot of the world isn’t entirely aware of the extent that this issue exists.  Sure, there are a lot of issues in the world.  Sure, prostitution may be a profession that exists everywhere, and is a profession that has existed throughout history for a very long time.  But that doesn’t mean that a large population, women and children especially, should be forced into a profession that many of them don’t ask for and don’t want; a profession where they are dehumanized, treated as commodities, and are led to believe that they are worthless. 

The world needs some answers to this problem.  It starts with educating people.  No, not the sex workers, or the children of these nations.  Oftentimes they are too poor to pay for their education, and are forced to sell their bodies in order to pay for it.  We need to educate the people demanding these services.  We need to limit the demand.  We need to improve law enforcement.  And, we need to fix economies and ease poverty.  These are obvious solutions, but oftentimes, the solutions are simpler than we think.  It’s implementing the solution that is hard.  I don’t know what I’m expecting anyone to do about all this, and obviously things won’t be fixed overnight.   But, if I’ve made some of you fine folk a little more aware of the world that I’m very close to right now, I feel as if I’ve done something important.

Now, to lighten things up a bit.  I’ve been getting through my readings by taking TV breaks, but also by constantly listening to Korean Pop.  Please, listen to some and either A) dance or B) make fun of me.

Korean pop is very popular throughout Southeast Asia. And after Psy's "Gangnam Style," it's popular in every goddamn corner of the world- except perhaps, the deep blue sea.  My friend from St. Mary's introduced me to Korean pop last year, and I've been toying with it every since.  Oh, by the way, the Thais aspire to look like Koreans, but that is an entirely different blog post for another time.

gooooOOOoOoOoOOOD MORNIN VIETNAM!

So, I'm in Vietnam on vacation for 10 days. Just so yen's guys know. I finished my mid-terms and some finals this past Friday, and then Saturday, left on an airplane for a different country.  WOOP! Half a semester down, one more half to go.  Time has really flown, and yet I have so much more time until I arrive into the dark, soft folds of my own comforter.

I am super tired, and have a time limit for internet usage, and I really have nothing of value to tell you in this blog post, other than the fact that I got a 59/60 on my Thai speaking final.  VICTORY SCREECH!

Words of advice: never EVER skip two weeks of muay thai lessons.  Lemme tell you- my body has never wanted to collapse so much before this past Tuesday.

Thai massages kinda hurt.  I got a massage on Friday to reward myself for all of my hard work, and to get all the kinks out of my back.  Kristina and I walked to Silver and Gold Fingers behind Big C. It's a quaint, lovely place with ridiculously nice decorations.  The ladies are sweet, even though they don't speak English, and they wash your feet after you change into some comfy clothes.  Take your bra off- it's more comfy.  Then, they lead you into a room where you lay atop nice cushions, listening to American songs done in classical piano/elevator music style performed by a Payap student.  The experience was oddly patriotic for us.
Modeling the vair comfy clothing that we must wear during the massage.

 
My massage buddy, Kristina, modeling in front of Silver and Gold Fingers, post massage.
She is always eager for a good pamper sesh.

Then, they twist the crap out of your body, and rub their bony fingers into everywhere that hurts.  I was in pain the entire time, but after it was all over, I felt pretty nice. Then, they gave us some yummy ginger tea and cookies after it was all over.

I make this sound like a terrible experience, but everyone should try it at least once.  2 hours for $10? I say yes.

Oh. Sad news.  Four people from our study abroad group left to finish their semester in Cambodia.  For those of you looking to study abroad in Payap- this half and half program exists. Just search around on the website.  It seems really cool, and I am super jealous.  Mostly, I'll just miss these fun, fine people. :(

Okily doke! Short, but sweet.  I must enjoy more of Nam.

I'm a Schoolgirl Now


Dis week= first week of classes.  Whammalammadingdong woot? There’s really not much to tell about it.  I am taking 3 courses during this first part of the semester (now till mid-October), and I will be taking 3 courses in the second part (November till mid-December).  Thai 101 is super fun.  Ajan Gai is the kookiest thing, he’s baan (crazy), but we love him.  His nuttiness is entertaining and it makes class go by quickly.  The only thing is that Thai is a tonal language: the same syllable with a different tone could mean several different things.  And then, there are certain sounds that I am having difficulty pronouncing- like the difference between “b” and “bp”, or “d” and “td”.  You try it.  I dare you.  But! On Friday we started learning how to write and read- which is my favorite part.  Who needs to actually have a spoken conversation with people?  Well…eh speaking is actually super useful.

 

Anyway, I love his informative tangents.  Apparently Thais have long complicated names now, but they are given nicknames which come from some crazy story or characteristic from when they were little.  “Gai” means “chicken (or rooster, he claims)”- I won’t give the entire story, but he was placed on top of a pheasant cage when he was little because of lots of words.  The Thai word for pheasant is “chicken of the sky”, but it is too feminine, so they shortened it to gai, for chicken.  Awesome, right?!  He also gave us a history of the Thai king and his family- apparently the king was born in Boston, Massachusetts.  Small world!

 

Then there’s Social and Cultural History with Ajan Ratanaporn, and Globalization with Ajan Paul Chambers.  I’m excited to write a 20-page paper for globalization, which is weird.  I would say more about these classes, but I’m peeved at how many pages of boring reading I did and have yet to do for these classes.  For Social and Cultural, we did go on a field trip to Wat Chammadevi, the Hariphunchai National Museum, and the Wat Prat...I need to go figure out how to spell this one...but the field trip part was fun and informational.

 

Bloop bloop bleep blop.  So, I totally forgot what I did this past week- last Monday seems forever ago.  Time to consult my daily journal!

 

Monday night, Laura the Lovely Australian took us to a jazz bar called North Gate.  I loved it.  There weren’t many people, the atmosphere was chill, there was a dude doing pop and locks in the corner next to the old rocking bunny child’s plaything, and they played a couple of songs I could sing along to (“Girl from Impanema” and “Just the Two of Us”). 

 

Tuesday morning, Laura the Soft-Spoken and I went to a Presbyterian service spoken in all Thai.  They had a Christian rock band playing, then a minister spoke for about forty minutes about Matthew 1-4.  Fortunately, the head of the ministry at Payap, Esther, was there to translate the Thai for us.  It was super! I’ve never been to a Presbyterian service- it seemed so chill, and all of the young people were really into it.  The minister was more advisory than “preachy” I think, so the atmosphere was really comfortable and lax.  By no means am I gonna become a Christian, but I enjoyed the service, and seeing how things are done in a different church in a different country.  This church on campus is super awesome by the way.  Its architecture has a mix of Buddhist and Christian influence to make a statement about the harmonization of religion and that it does not matter where you worship, but that you are doing worship.  It’s just beautiful.  It looks like a Christian church due to the large cross on top, but the roof is in the shape of the Buddhist lotus.  It was also built over water- rad right?

 

So let’s see.  Bike shopping- I don’t think I’m gonna get a bike.  I suck at riding a bike, and the roads here are not friendly for bikes and pedestrians.  The sidewalk is a concept that barely exists- if it does, there are very large obstructions such as trees, cars, or a nonsensical end- and the roads are not the most even.  Also, traffic can be scary- I haven’t seen very many crosswalks, and even if you have the little walking man sign, some people still won’t stop.

 

Monkey Club on Wednesday night- I didn’t feel like doing homework.  My friend, Pek, wanted to take us out to this nice club to see a popular Thai band, Tattoo Color play.  Dude, we were very much underdressed.  Thai girls like to dress up- even at school, there are so many girls wearing heels with their uniforms.  Oh well- I forgot my booty skirts at home.  I liked the live bands, especially the one that kept playing American pop songs.  American pop+Thai accent is adorable.  But Tattoo Color was definitely the highlight of my night- they are really good and entertaining, AND they played songs I know by Electric Neon Lamp and POLYCAT, and Two Door Cinema Club! AWWWWW YEAAAA! The atmosphere was interesting though.  The Thai people didn’t really dance unless they were close to us American folk who were dancing like crazy baffoons.  Ya gotta feel the music and move it, Thailand.  Leg’go.  It was a good time until my groove got ruined by people wanted to get through the crowd (STAY IN ONE PLACE AND DANCE!), and tiny tables with drinks poking my bum.  Not a good feel.

Tattoo Color at Monkey Club
 

Vair interesting politics talk that I went to voluntarily…MEDITATION! With the Green Papaya Sangha at the Yoga Tree Studio.  It was beautiful.  We did sitting and walking meditation in the style of Zen Buddhism.  I highly recommend meditation to people- just do it.  It will make you calmer, and more self-aware, and very intriguing thoughts will come to you.

 

Friday- watched The Bourne Legacy at a theater.  Buying tickets was such a hassle.  We had to choose our seats on this touch screen because you must have assigned seats, and then…idk it was a hassle.  Inside the theater, they played 30 minutes of advertisements (my fave is for Fisho chips), then everyone stood up for the playing of the King’s Song.  The people’s loyalty and love for their king is just amazing.  They play the King’s Song I think every day, and during that time, people stop and stand attentively.  It’s amazing.  I’ve never seen so many people do something in unison.  The movie was okay.  But like, what does it have to do with the Bourne trilogy?

 

Saturday, I returned to the Yoga Tree Studio for an introduction to the Hakomi method of self-discovery with Adam How.  I won’t talk about it too much because this post is already so long, and I have SO MUCH MORE TO TELL! I think the most surprising aspect of this experience was that we had to have interesting interactions with others in order to understand how we carry ourselves or perceive ourselves in the world.  In the first experiment, each of us had to sit in front of one other person in silence, and just observe them and “connect” with them.  Twas a slightly uncomfortable and intriguing experience.  Some people didn’t like it, but others did.  I could go on for pages about this, but I am not sure that I could truly express everything that I thought and felt and experienced in two hours.  Ask me about it some other time.

 

Then, Mexican food in Thailand.  We went to this place called El Toro…I don’t want to say it was bad, but like it wasn’t good.  I was totally thrown for a loop because there were Asian versions of everything.  Alex had vanilla yogurt instead of sour cream with her taco, and my refried beans were made out of black beans instead of pinto beans.  The most mind-boggling was the fact that Thai was being spoken at a Mexican restaurant.  Instead of “muchas gracias,” I had to say “kob kun kha”.  Talk about culture faux pas.  After that, we walked around, I bought some books at a used book store, then we sat down in a random bar.  This bar was super cute.  The servers were transvestites, they made the straws curve near the top so that they looked like hearts, and then they pulled out Connect 4 and this weird dice game for us to play.  I loved everything about it except for the lemon juice I ordered.

 

Next day! Twas a food day.  For dinner, Alex and I accompanied Allen, Goi, and Seven (our Payap friends that studied at SMCM last semester) to Duke’s for good ol’ American food.  I almost cried at the amount of cheese I had on my plate.  I LOVE CHEESE.  It’s almost the only thing I miss about America.  It was lovely to see my friends again, but the highlight of the day was going to the Free Bird CafĂ©.  I urge everyone to please click on the link and read about this place.  Tis why I won’t write about it here- please- it’ll be worth it. And if you are too lazy, I will write about it again soon.

 

All right.  Week #1 of school… I survived. Sorry for the lack of pictures- my camera is acting up.