"You have pressure! I have pressure!"
- Chan Yuet-tung
IN HONG KONG, THE CURRENT MEDIA SENSATION involves the young, mild-mannered
Elvis Ho and the irascible oldster Chan Yuet-tung, who will be known
forever more as the "Bus Uncle." Whilst riding a local bus, Mr. Ho
requested Mr. Chan to speak on his cell phone in a lower voice, prompting
a six-minute tirade that was immortalized by an onlooker's cell phone
camera (the full subtitled video is on youtube.com - search for "Bus
Uncle").
The incident's dimensions have expanded past
simple anecdote: Bus Uncle was revealed to be a former (and dubious)
candidate for Hong Kong Chief Executive, both nutty and avuncular.
His uncensored rampage has become a symbol of the urban life: coiled
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incoherent invective, unleashed at the most unexpected moment. The
quotation that heads this piece has entered the vernacular as the
wearied citizen's battle cry against anything and everything. But
even as this kernel of the human condition has been pored over, the
local media, clenching the story in its jaws, has aided and abetted
Chan's exploits, including magazine-funded debauchery sessions at
the local karaoke bar, and an impromptu meeting with Mr. Ho at his
place of work (Mr. Ho was not amused).
The Bus Uncle saga serves as both comfort
and warning. It reminds us that in an age of prepackaged formulae
and look-at-me reality-TV theatrics we can still recognize and appreciate
acts that stem from the tide of life being lived. However, the subsequent
feeding frenzy shows us how thin the line can be between authenticity
and and marketed simulacrum. When reality and
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