As I traveled through the streets of Shanghai, Marco and I came to the sorry realization that the areas of China that we like tend to have a lack of what we consider Chinese characteristics. For instance, are the streets piss-free and less dense than a brick of lead? Do the buildings lack the soulless architecture of China’s communist era? Do the restaurants serve food that isn’t soaked in oil?
We found such an area in Shanghai’s French Concession, a nice blend of greenery and French buildings.
As we continued looking for non-Chineseness in The Bund, the viewing platform of China’s financial bastion Pudong, we came across Arturo Di Modica’s Charging Bull.
As the original artist of Wall Street’s Charging Bull, Di Modica took the liberty to make China’s version “redder, younger and stronger.”
A writer for the Wall Street Journal blogged about the trend of stroking the bull’s junk for good luck.
I’ve got a better idea, and this is apparently a different growing trend as well: take a picture of kicking that bull in the nuts. Forget about receiving good luck from the bull, I’d rather wish it and everything it represents a reproductive apocalypse.