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Funny, How ?

Submitted by on May 21, 2007 – 10:00 pm15 Comments

100_0741+copyWe were three friends sit at a small wob­bly wooden table, set half on the side­walk, half on the curb side of the dusty road. We just came back from a bar where my roommate’s Chi­nese boyfriend was per­form­ing and we were starv­ing, crav­ing for a plat­ter of jiaozi. It was a hot and humid night in Nan­jing, China.

The three of us were chat­ting and the rest of the band had joined us. The night was alive and even though the restau­rant was located in a small side street, we could hear the traf­fic on the busy Nan­jing Lu. It was around 3 am, another hot and humid night in China.

Sud­denly, we heard the strangest noise. Couldn’t have been human. A painful cat­er­waul, a muf­fled bark­ing… It was com­ing from Nan­jing Lu, the main street a few meter away from where we were sit.

We heard it com­ing or way. I looked behind my shoul­der towards the main street. And we saw it.

A young men, rid­ing an old beat-up moped. On the luggage-rack were a lot of parcels piled up, and… tied on both side of the rack, two geese, tied up by their feet, cack­ling on top of their lungs.

My room­mate and I burst into laugh­ter see­ing this weird urban scenery. The four Chi­nese guys looked at us, puzzled :

- What’s so funny ?

- Well… Peo­ple don’t usu­ally carry geese around tied on a moped’s lug­gage rack !

- What’s wrong with that ? It’s much eas­ier this way than hold­ing them while driving !

It was. In a way. But this scene remained incon­gru­ous for us, the two West­ern­ers. It made us laugh. The Chi­nese guys didn’t under­stand why.

Humour, jokes, what’s funny and what’s not strongly dif­fers in cultures.

When I first came to Canada, I couldn’t really under­stand any of the Jay Leno jokes on the Tonight Show because I lack the basics under­stand­ing of North-American cul­ture. Stand up com­edy was also fairly new to me. On the other side, I found some sit­u­a­tions totally hilarious :

  • The huge line up at Tim Hor­ton drive-through while nobody was queu­ing inside (are peo­ple that lazy they can’t get out of their car ?)
  • See­ing peo­ple wear­ing shorts and tee-shirt when it’s just +1C
  • Trans­la­tion of every sin­gle Eng­lish word in Que­bec (like the “stop-arrêt” sign)

No later than yes­ter­day, I saw a guy dri­ving a huu­u­uge Hum­mer down­town, around the mar­ket. His stereo was blast­ing “Men, I feel like a woman” by Sha­nia Twain and he was singing along. I found the whole scene ter­ri­bly funny, but nobody else seemed to notice !

I focus less on cul­ture shock sit­u­a­tions now, since I’m kind of used to my Cana­dian life. Yet, I’m expe­ri­enc­ing another cul­ture shock, with my friends and fam­ily back in France.

French like to rely on word­plays and mis­un­der­stand­ing, polit­i­cal humour and play­ing with social con­ven­tion. The thing is, I left France a while ago now, and don’t fol­low pol­i­tics as much as I used to. So I don’t know the lat­est gos­sips. A few years ago, I would have been able to crack a joke on every sin­gle arti­cles of this satir­i­cal news­pa­per, “Le Canard Enchaîné”. Not any­more. But you wanna hear a good one about the Maple Leafs ?

My friends found it hilar­i­ous when, last year, I excused myself from the café where we were sit­ting “to go have a smoke out­side”. Duh. It’s okay to smoke indoors in France ! On the other side, I was almost shocked when I heard them crack­ing non-politically cor­rect jokes about immi­grants, or sex jokes about politi­cians. North Amer­ica is much more con­ser­v­a­tive about that… (i.e : French never really under­stood what Bill Clin­ton did wrong with his sec­re­tary — isn’t it com­mon­place ?)

And here I am, one more time, stuck between two cul­tures if not three or four !

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  • Sebastien says:

    Oh wow, that is dif­fi­cult. Very dif­fi­cult ques­tion! I must admit, there are dif­fer­ent vari­a­tions, espe­cially in a coun­try this huge, but there are cer­tainly com­mon traits. I think I could write a zil­lion words as an answer. One thing I don’t like, is humor that puts other’s down, that is the worst kind of humor, to me. I also don’t like too much sar­casm and cyn­i­cism in my humor (although, I’m guilty of that some­times, haha, and I think, humor, at least a lot of it, is intrin­si­cally cyn­i­cal)… I think a com­edy, like Sein­feld, can only be a prod­uct of our age, our cir­cum­stances, this show that finds humor in silly, minor sit­u­a­tions, I mean, you would never see that sort of show in a coun­try that had great wor­ries, it wouldn’t con­nect with peo­ple (at least, I assume it wouldn’t)… I guess Seinfeld’s humor is so per­fect for our time because it finds humor in the monot­ony and pet­ti­ness that define cer­tain aspects of our cul­ture. But, of course, I’m no expert, I just say what comes off the top of my head…

    I like all sorts of humor in the end. But, as you might guess from my blog, I usu­ally like ridiculous/absurd/post-moderny/situational humor. Which is kinda stan­dard for our gen­er­a­tion. One of my favorite movies is Zoolan­der, I know a lot of peo­ple hate it, but it’s soooo funny in my opinion…I also really like peo­ple like Louis de Funes, and early Jim Carey come­dies, great phys­i­cal comedic actors…

  • Zhu says:

    Mona : Thanks for vis­it­ing ! I’m not shocked by any­thing as well… espe­cially not in politic, I mean, we had it all in France ! :D

    Wat : yeah, some­thing was wrong yes­ter­day with the com­ment, one of these blog­ger glitch.

    I totally agree with you : cul­ture shock is tough when you first expe­ri­ence it, but mas­ter­ing two, three or more cul­tures is a pre­cious gift. I love it !

    Tu as de la chance, le français et l’espagnol sont assez sim­i­laires ! I speak Span­ish too, but I find the con­ju­gaisons trick­ier than in French.

    Web­miztris : The grass is always greener on the other side… I don’t regret mov­ing to Canada, but a lot of peo­ple don’t under­stand it, since I’m French, you know, wine, per­fume, arts oh lalala ! :D

    Sebastien : great answers ! I totally agree about your blog being ridiculous/absurd/post-moderny/situational humor (did I for­get any­thing ? :$ ). I like this kind of humour. But for exam­ple, I never really under­stood Chi­nese humour, based on quipro­quos (is that even an Eng­lish word ?) and wordplay.

    BTW… I laugh so much when I saw Zoolan­der, with the “gas sta­tion acci­dent”, I though I was gonna die ! :D

  • Sebastien says:

    Haha­haha, oh my, that’s one of my favorite scenes in Zoolan­der! And the moment where every­one at the same time says, you know what you need? “Orange Mocha Frap­pu­cino!!!!” Kills me every time.

  • john says:

    I have two cul­tural dif­fer­ences about dri­ving that always make me smile in Canada.

    The first is the mall park­ing lot rit­ual where peo­ple will drive around the mall entrance area for ages just to get a spot close to the doors. I always head for the far cor­ners — dri­ves my wife and mother-in-law crazy. I have a cruel streak!

    The sec­ond con­cerns a rit­ual in the car wait­ing areas at the GO sub­ur­ban train sta­tions around the Greater Toronto Area.

    When a train is due to arrive in rush hour, these are usu­ally full of cars ready to pick peo­ple up from the trains.

    Here’s the thing. If a woman is wait­ing in the car for her boyfriend or hus­band (with the engine run­ning of course), very often the guy will arrive and take over dri­ving duties.

    The ‘poor lit­tle lady’ is forced to get out of the car and walk around to the pas­sen­ger side.

    Think about it: the woman has been dri­ving around just min­utes before, so she’s alert and in tune with road con­di­tions if icy or wet, whereas the guy is half comatose from a stress­ful day at work and a drooly nap on the train. And he’s going to drive her home!

    Need­less to say, tem­pers flare in GO sta­tion park­ing lots!

  • Dan says:

    Gosh, that is so sweet of you to say, Zhu. Thanks so much. I really appre­ci­ate that. Hugs.

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