Last Friday, midmorning,
Matt called me from work.
“Are you home? I need you to bring me a red shirt.” He then explained that everyone in his
office was wearing red today, and while he wasn’t totally sure why – to
celebrate Friday? the whole-office staff meeting that afternoon? in honor of
the coworker who was leaving the firm? – he knew it was important that he
respect this cultural tradition.
So TJ and I enjoyed the
pleasant walk over to Matt’s office building, he ducked out and changed in the
bathroom, and the afternoon was spent in harmony with a sea of red-clothed
colleagues.
Finally, when the entire
staff gathered for their meeting, Matt had the opportunity to quietly ask a
coworker exactly why they were all wearing red today.
“Aren’t you American? You should know.”
Matt sheepishly shook his
head and asked for further clarification.
“Red is to celebrate
Halloween!”
Halloween is semi-celebrated here, fueled by the American expats. An American restaurant owner told me that after years of duplicate costumes in the states, his son was proud to be the only Spiderman in the neighborhood (mostly because he was the only costume in their neighborhood). In recent years, a few party supply stores have started carrying Halloween decorations, and many expat-frequented bars and restaurants organized Halloween parties for either kids or adults. When we went out to dinner on Saturday night, there was a crowd of Chinese teenagers dressed in a variety of odd garb doing the Thriller dance flash-mob style (these are the moments you kick yourself for leaving the video camera at home), which we think was in celebration of Halloween. And the Chinese family who lives above us in our apartment building dressed up and went trick-or-treating Saturday night, so clearly the holiday is slowly spreading its influence in Shanghai.
However, it was still a bit
of a challenge to find a costume for TJ.
Our Western grocery store had some very sad pumpkin-sacks and witch hats
on a stand at the front. The
children’s market (a huge underground gray-market for all things kid-related) had
one stall full of fairy costumes, but none were nearly small enough. Finally I found this bear-shaped infant
bunting hanging in the back of a pajama shop, and with a little eyeliner to the
face, voilĂ ! The kitty-polar bear was born.
| treading the line between parental amusement and baby torture |
Next year, maybe we’ll just
wear red.
