What you need to know
A different take on cramped living in Hong Kong.
The youngest female Hong Kong lawmaker ever elected, Yau Wai-ching (游蕙禎), is now in serious risk of being ousted because of her language use during oath-taking. She had already caused a stir before with her colorful language in lamenting the lack of space for “banging” in Hong Kong, and she is right.
There is no space for sex, nor for much else in Hong Kong:
- No space for suicide: Jumping off buildings would cause a nuisance; even burning charcoal can spread your woes over the neighborhood.
- No space for breathing: Every breath you take is toxic; there is no escape.
- No space for loitering after death: Burial is an extravagance; settling for an urn means a pigeon-hole arrangement in an illegal columbarium.
- No space for breaking wind: The socially-conscious and thin-skinned should consider underpants with anti-odour, anti-sound and air-lock features.
- No space for drying laundry: Laundry rods can fall off, line-racks soon fill up, and the air is dusty. It is down to the microwave now.
- No space for discussions: Freedom of speech is becoming restricted, and Internet forums are clogged with “fifty-cent” trolls.
- No space for playing music: To avoid turning neighbors into enemies, talk your family members into other hobbies (the art of weasel wording has a bright future).
- No space for stargazing: The answer for passionate astronomers lies in emigration.
- No space for patriotism: Arrests/detentions await those who truly care, sooner or later.
- No space for cultural or artistic development: In a society with no room for using a less-than-polite word for sex, there is, of course, no space for cultural/artistic aspirations.
Editor: Edward White