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Being Chinese
Call me a Chinese auntie. Better yet, celebrate auntie power with me
I revel in low prices and awkward questions. I’m finding that being a Chinese auntie overseas also means being part of an Asian sisterhood
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Shzr Ee Tan is the vice-dean of Equality, Diversity and Inclusion for the School of Performing and Digital Arts at Royal Holloway, University of London.
A couple of years ago, I made a call for those from the Chinese and wider East Asian diaspora in London who identified as aunties to come together and literally spill some tea.
“You’ve seen her, you’ve been her, you are her or you’re going to be her,” I wrote in a social media post for the event I was organising. The middle-aged Asian woman had languished for far too long in pop culture as a comedic cliché, I went on, but she was coming into her own now, as “Michelle Yeoh in her shapeless knitted vest and nurse shoes badassing in Everything Everywhere All At Once; Sandra Oh in her tiger-mum – oops, no – red-panda guise commandeering stadium space, the ladies who lunch in Crazy Rich Asians who power gossip”.
I have the lived experience of an auntie, of course, as gugu (paternal aunt) to four studious preteens. But in making that call, I was also channelling some academic theory and minoritised-person activism – particularly the work of the Critical Aunty Studies initiative pioneered by researcher Kareem Khubchandani, which speaks to the efficacy of neighbourhood gossip networks, unorthodox lifehacks and such.
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