That Singaporean Identity

That Singaporean Identity

An ugly controversy popped up in Singapore late last week.

An ugly controversy, literally. One involving the finalists of a certain Miss Singapore Beauty Pageant 2017 being condemned as, well, ugly. And how it would be an embarrassment for any of them to represent the country internationally.

All sorts of, ugly, comments were thrown about online. Heated comments fuelled by the wise or unwise decision of the organisers to include “Singapore” in the pageant name. Like many such controversies nowadays, the whole issue quickly evolved into a debate over how un-Singaporean some of the finalists are. This came about because, at a glance, it’s immediately obvious that some of the finalists are of ethnicities uncommon to Singapore.

The matter stirred up enough debate to warrant the mainstream media writing about it. One of their write-ups revealed how six of the 19 contestants were permanent residents, not Singaporeans. Another article contained various statements by Singaporeans on whether PRs should or should not be allowed in such pageants. The second article, in particular, dwelled on who exactly possesses the qualities, the Singaporean identity, to represent the country in such a way.

“The Values and Traits of a Born-and-Bred Singaporean”

For the record, I dislike beauty pageants. I stopped watching them a long time ago.

No matter how they are angled, no matter how Q&A sessions are structured to imply the importance of wit and inner beauty, such pageants still feel demeaning to me. They enshrine prejudices we teach children never to live life by.

But, I’m not the sort who would lobby against something just because I dislike it, and so I am only interested in the responses consolidated by the mainstream media. Particularly, those that stated that such pageants should only be open to Singaporean citizens.

In the words of a certain doctoral student interviewed, how PRs should not be representing Singapore. Because they “will not likely hold the values and traits of a born-and-bred Singaporean.”

Here’s an embarrassing question. Embarrassing for me because I have been “Singaporean” for over 40 years. What exactly are these values and traits?

Hardworking, friendly, resourceful, tolerant? But … aren’t these the traits most if not all societies would claim to have? Especially in travel and business brochures?

The ability to dish out a top-25 Singaporean dishes list at a moment’s notice? Oh come on, that’s just superficial, isn’t it? As superficial as the swimwear parade of a third-rate pageant.

Or is it more quantitative measurements? For males, whether you have completed military service. For everyone, how many years of income taxes you have paid to the country. As for women, have you done your duty to the next generation by giving birth?

Maybe, maybe it’s far simpler things. Things like obsessing over NDP tickets and going hysterical during the actual show. Slapping the “I am Singaporean” declaration like a wet towel in every other conversation. Incessant demands for jobs only for Singaporeans, and only locally-born Singaporeans, and the celebration of shaming of anyone that remotely behaves non-Singaporean-ly?

I could go on and on. But the summary is, I truly have no idea what are the unique values and traits of Singaporeans. And that is why I find all such arguments about being Singaporean, about the Singaporean identity, extremely boliao (无聊).

Or wuliao, if I were to use the Mandarin pronunciation.

Doesn’t help that most Singaporeans ranting about the Singaporean identity tend either to be promoting their own achievements or careers, or in the illusion / delusion that they are achieving some sort of socio-political gain. A lot of times, many are also simply eager for the kick of dissing something or someone.

Especially doesn’t help that despite completing National Service, paying all my taxes, regularly eating Singaporean food and blabbing in Singlish, “born-and-bred” here for 40 over years, I’ve been condemned as un-Singaporean throughout my life. Because I like weird things, because I shun national events, and mostly, mostly, because I chose to be single.

You know what? I think we ought to have Mr. and Ms. un-Singapore pageants. There would be still be controversy, because that is now the way life is on this island, but at least there wouldn’t be any debate over who contestants should be. Everyone qualifies. Everyone is a potentially a winner. It’s becomes a straightforward matter of who is most deserving of such unglamourous but painfully accurate titles.


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