Endowed with something an expat friend of mine once called a strong “cultural immune system,” the natives of the Orient are notoriously insensitive to the pleas from Social Justice™ people in the West that they walk on eggshells so as not to offend the delicate sensibilities of subscribers to globo-homo race communism.
They exhibit a striking disregard for accusations of racism, transphobia, sexism, or really any –ism that so permeates and saturates the Western liberal mind.
In fact, leftist henpecking rolling off their backs like water off a duck constitutes a major theme of my widely acclaimed expat memoir, Broken English Teacher: Notes From Exile.
This total indifference to the usual tenets of Social Justice™ I found to be a most welcome change of pace when I first visited in 2010, having just finished a liberal arts degree at a mid-tier state-run university stateside with a (totally useless, it turned out) minor in sociology, all courses having been taught by gender eunuchs and unqualified minorities and butch lesbians with chest hair and peace medallions around their neck reliving the 60s.