An inorganic practice

In her recent article Miss Teresa Vong brought up a very interesting topic: allowing the hair to turn grey is also one way to go organic in life. She says that the majority of senior females are not mindful of their health deterioration, but are not so receptive to an aging appearance. I couldn’t agree more, as I am one of these females.

I can claim to be an environmentalist. As mentioned in my previous blog, to avoid wastage, I refrain from unnecessary purchases. When eating out, I never order more than I can consume, and if some food does remain, I take it home. Of course, I am very careful about saving electricity and washing water. In fact, I have been having what everyone suggests about a green life.

However, there is one practice which, I am afraid, is not very organic. I cannot do without regular hair-tinting. When still a teacher, I used to explain that a youthful look would make me more approachable to students. This is true to a certain extent. Students tend to associate a teacher’s age with her willingness to accept new concepts. They may find a younger looking teacher more agreeable as the generation gap between them, if any, is still acceptable. So I tried to convince myself that I was mothering my students though I was actually the age of their grandmother.

I have retired for a year but I still feel disturbed at the sight of a few grey hairs. Graying hair, which used to appear every two months despite the tinting, now demands attention more and more frequently, increasing my dependence on the hairdresser. I keep my hair dyed black for a reason no less justifiable than the previous one: I have a lot of young friends, whose company keeps me young at heart and oblivious of the approaching old age.

Of course, there are other signs of ageing that I cannot fight against. I am well aware of the lines on my face and the loose skin on my neck. The weakness of the knees is the most alarming of all. It thus seems silly to struggle to stem the tide of ageing. But I am still used to my black hair, though artificially so. I know one day I will have to surrender completely to my true self. But before that, let me be just a bit less organic.

Joy of an Austere Lifestyle

Before my retirement, shopping had been an infrequent pastime for me because of my tight work schedule. Now, despite abundant time at my disposal, I shop even less often. In fact, I shop only when necessary. Not being a wage earner anymore is only a minor reason. What discourages me from shopping lavishly is the realization of the seriousness of the waste disposal problem resulting from unnecessary purchases.

 

The problem first made it felt one morning when a cold breeze set me off sneezing and I opened the wardrobe to get a cardigan. I was struck by the sight of the hanging clothes pressed tightly together as to leave no breathing space at all … well, if clothes could breathe. I had searched for quite some time before finding the cardigan I was looking for. What crossed my mind at that moment was how I could reorganize the garments before the wardrobe fell into pieces. But to sort all those clothes out would be as much an impossible mission as to clear the data stored in my PC and my mobile. I decided to start doing something, somehow, someday.

 

There were actually more clothes than I would need for another ten or more years. Some had been hanging there unnoticed. But my one regret was that I had outgrown quite a few and that would mean a lot to dispose of. To ease the problem, I came up with an idea: while discarding or handing out some of the ill-fitting clothes, I would make good use of those still presentable. And I even embarked on what I considered a very challenging feat, namely, to reduce my size by dieting.

 

Now two months has passed and I can proudly announce that most of the clothes are the right size for me. And I delight particularly in the mix-and-match, adding glamour to what used to be mediocre attire. That is the kind of fun I was deprived of in those days when dressing up before work was done in a rush and when there was a dress code for teachers to abide by. Exploring for ‘new’ discoveries in the wardrobe is no less fun than browsing the showcases of the boutiques.

 

Of course, the greatest satisfaction is my success in weight loss. Cutting down on fat and sugar consumption has led to more desirable blood pressure. My arm injury has also recovered gradually as a result of exercising every day.

 

It’s only now in my retirement life that I have finally learned to appreciate the joy of a healthy and austere lifestyle.

 

Be Intelligent and Caring citizens

With reference to Kerry Kennedy’s article entitled ‘A liberal mind’ in the ‘South China Morning Post’ dated October 30, I would like to express my point of view about the importance of developing genuine citizenship.

 

Genuine citizenship is what students need to be educated on as it is a key factor in the well being of the city. This is particularly true at these particular times when the Occupy Central movement is making a huge impact on the lives of the Hong Kong residents. The protesters may consider themselves striving for a worthy cause, trying to make a difference to the future of Hong Kong. However, as caring citizens, they ought to be aware of their responsibilities and cannot turn a deaf ear to the complaints their courses of action have led to. What they are doing would be worth nothing, however lofty an ideal it may seem, if many are made to pay the high cost of it.

 

As mentioned in Kerry Kennedy’s article, students ought to learn to be ‘literate citizens, not single-issue citizens looking for quick fixes to complex problems’. The protesters need to have a good understanding of the electoral arrangements for the Chief Executive Election as an issue too complex to deal with speedily. It is necessary, too, to evaluate different sources of information related to the issue and to view it from various perspectives. While making their own judgment about the issue, they should also be willing to consider other solutions apart from the one they abide by.

 

We have seen on TV how the protesters’ representatives negotiated with the government officials. We appreciate their confidence and sincerity. But we would also like to see them more enlightened and equipped with better skills to speak convincingly while at the same time showing tolerance of opponent points of view over areas of disagreement. This, as Kerry Kennedy suggests, is what is expected of democratic citizens.

 

Last but not least, students should learn to be law-abiding citizens as a city's well being depends on the citizens' respect for and adherence to law. Anything students do should be within the law. Refusal to comply with the injuncture issued by the court of law is a serious breach of law that should be condemned.

 

In brief, I see genuine citizenship as a requisite for democracy and social involvement. Students ought to be trained to be intelligent and caring citizens if they aspire to contribute to a democratic society.

 

Rich Kids; Poor Kids

 There are two different attitudes towards parenting. Some parents are eager to provide their children with material affluence even if they are actually struggling to make ends meet. Having experienced long years of poverty themselves, they hope to see their children enjoying what they were deprived of in their own childhood. One thing they cannot bear is to see their children victimized by their poverty. On the other hand, there are parents who think that it is better for their children to get adapted to and be better equipped for the difficulties of life. They, therefore, try in every way to expose their children to an austere lifestyle, refusing to meet their material desire beyond what they actually need.  

Well convinced that both types of parents wish the best for their children, I am somehow more in favour of the second approach. Children brought up in poverty learn from experience that life is not a bed of roses and that they will have to solve their own problems instead of depending on others for help. In fact, while the first type of parents tend to smooth the path for their children, the other type are more keen on giving their children life skill training, helping them acquire cognitive flexibility and self-care ability. These children can thus face struggles and challenges with greater confidence and courage and are more likely to achieve success later in life. 

Conversely, children whose parents are ever ready with a cushion to soften the foreseeable fall well before they make any assumedly risky attempt will never venture beyond their comfort zone. Besides, as they have got used to having everything well prepared for them, they cannot survive in times of adversity. They blame everyone and everything except themselves and end up an emotional wreck. This may seem an overstatement. But it is not far from the truth that children whose material wants are easily satisfied cannot handle frustrations and setbacks properly.  

By no means do I suggest that children should live in misery as a happy childhood is everybody’s right. How parents can prepare children for future challenges without depriving them of their childhood joy is what matters. Parents should remember that a simple day’s outing can be as much a source of joy to their children as a visit to Disneyland. In short, they should guide them to appreciate the simplicity of life.

 

Say No to the Ice Bucket Challenge

People organize activities to raise public awareness of a social or global need. We are familiar with an annual campaign known as the 30-hour Famine aimed at drawing attention to the global hunger crisis. School children are sometimes seen picking rubbish on the beach to remind the public to keep the environment clean. These activities have gained wide acceptance as they serve the purpose very well.

The Ice Bucket Challenge, which has grabbed world attention soon after its initiation, is aimed at raising fund for ALS research. It seems to be serving a cause worth great support. In fact, the activity has led to huge donations suggesting hope for a more effective cure for the disease through greater amounts on stringent research. However, it has sparked criticism lately. Why? Personally, I see this as nothing more than a viral phenomenon and would like to see it banned as soon as possible.

The act of dumping ice water on someone is meant to make him feel sympathetic about the kind of suffering the ALS victims are going through. Unfortunately, while some take the challenge with good intention, for some others, the focus is on the fun. The pictures and videos we are exposed to tend to show the ecstatic excitement of the participants. There are many who take the challenge and pass it on, quite ignorant of its original purpose. Some even take this for an in-thing to do. This may lead to a misunderstanding of the plight of the victims and an underestimation of the seriousness of the need for research on this disease.

Then the huge amount of water wasted, and still being wasted, in the name of the Ice Bucket Challenge is no less lamentable. When so much has been said and done to avoid wastage, the idea of pouring bucket and bucket of water on the ground is condemnable. Making ice cubes is itself a waste of power, too. How can we not think of many in the remote parts of China and other drought-stricken areas of the world who have to walk long distances just to get a bucket of water, which they will use and reuse before discarding it finally? For them, every drop of water counts. Are we doing these needy ones justice if we keep wasting water thoughtlessly?

By no means am I heedless for the need for ALS research. I would like to see improved medical advances in this field more than anything else. Having an ALS victim among my family members, I understand just too well what kind of suffering the disease can bring. What I am asking for is a better fund raising activity than the Ice Bucket Challenge.

Let's get out of the chair

 

When we are getting ready for an event, the first and forthmost thing is to prepare enough chairs. Inadequate seating arrangement can spark complaint. A comfortable chair is an indispensable item in an office room as it is believed to enhance work efficiency. Likewise, after a hectic day, one desires nothing more than a leisure hour in the embrace of a cosy armchair, preferably graced with the massage function. In fact, the chair has become just as much a necessity as our clothing. However, despite all the comfort a chair can afford, over dependence on it can be harmful. And it is important to rid ourselves of the disease called chair addiction before it causes more harm. 

From a recent article entitled ‘Sitting is killing you’ in Reader's Digest, I have learned about an office which has undergone a ‘chair-free revolution’ and where the staff have all got used to the chair-escape program. The office is circled by a walking track, leaving enough space for ping-pong tables. The few chairs that are found are ‘architectural accents rather than dominant furnishing’. Seminars are organized to advise the staff on healthy living and walk-talk meetings are held to get them out of their chairs.

 

The program has reaped encouraging results. The office atmosphere is now more lively and ecstatic, with the office staff happily exchanging success stories of weight loss and health gain. Their more enthusiastic work contributions have also led to the company’s financial growth.

 

I have had a personal experience of a situation where the non-provision of chairs served a very good purpose. I was invited to attend a reception in celebration of a national event. Held in the Grand Ballroom of a posh hotel, the feast was glamorous with fabulous food, luxurious decorations and a performing live band. But one thing that struck me as unusual was that there were round pedestal dining tables, each of the right height for four or five guests standing around it, which also meant that chairs were not needed. I was at first put off by the idea of having to stand while eating. But I later realized that the whole setting was to encourage more socializing among the guests. I was approached by guests I met for the first time and soon found myself conversing freely with most of those present. If we had been sedentary, we could have gone home with hardly any memory of one another. 

So there is one more thing we can add to the list of health hazards. Its’ time we pulled ourselves out of the chair more often.

 

Not fitting in?

Lunching at a fast food shop can be an unpleasant experience when it is crowded with almost all tables occupied. The food is not the cause of displeasure as there is never much to be expected from fast food. The long wait at the queue, though pestering, is accepted as part of the package. What hinders the eating enjoyment is the noise all around. You wonder why people need to talk at the top of their voices while eating.

The noise is more tolerable if it comes from children. After all, shouting is their right. But often time you find yourself in the midst of a family discussion with every detail forced into your ears. I once overheard, much against my will, a presumably divorced couple complaining about their share of responsibilities over their child. The man asserted that he could afford his care of the child for only three days a week as his mother had regular appointments with her mahjong friends. Against this the woman, her face distorted with anger, protested strongly, condemning this as a violation of their divorce agreement. The worst part of it was that the argument was taking place in the presence of the young child, who was seemingly absorbed in his plate of food with hardly any expression on his face.

Another time I had the bad luck of being within earshot of a group of teenagers sharing about their school day. They wouldn’t bother to hide their roaring laughter with occasional outbursts of vulgar words. What’s wrong with teenagers’ happy talk? You may ask. Well, if only you had heard what they said! A boy boasted of his trick of hiding the cheat sheets up the sleeves of his shirt during a test. Another laughed at the poor eyesight of the invigilator. What enraged me was not their dishonesty but the shameless way in which they bragged about it, indifferent to the disapproving eyes around them.

It is a blessing to have quiet neighbors, of course. But the ‘peacefulness’ is not always the kind you desire. Quite a few times I found myself eating with the neighboring table occupied by a family. There was hardly any exchange of words among them. The daddy was absorbed in a magazine or newspaper. The mother was busy feeding a toddler, glancing at the cell phone from time to time. The boy, obviously the toddler’s brother, was lost in a cell phone game, unconcerned about the taste of the food he put in the mouth.

Ultimately, the trouble is not about eating in a fast food shop. Is it the social phenomenon that I find disagreeable? Or is it the trouble of not fitting in the present social norm? Is this another sign of aging?