What’s interesting is that in the whole Chinamaxxing trend, many Western men found in China a very rough, folksy, Beijing-uncle masculinity. Japan is claimed by the sensitive, cultured, artsy bunch; Korean masculinity is already filtered through the female gaze via K-pop. But Chinese masculinity is organic, free-range, grass-fed manhood: lifting your shirt in public as if women don’t exist, smoking in enclosed spaces as if children don’t exist, gaining weight and accumulating chronic diseases as if aging doesn’t exist. It is untainted by the long, grinding negotiation of learning to share the world with others.