A Singaporean Aunty could be our national treasure: ‘There is one in all of us’
The first of a light-hearted series on the Singaporean Aunty by CNA Women correspondent Hidayah Salamat shows how an enduring stereotype has become an endearing archetype.
Recently, I went shopping at an Eastpoint Mall supermarket for the week’s groceries. I happened to be in the area, and this particular store was expansive and well-stocked.
“Aunty” central was also located there.
A woman spoke over my shoulder as I gazed at the halal cold cuts section without any intention of buying something from it (as you do when browsing and listening to a podcast at the same time).
Although she said “this brand isn’t so good,” she picked up a few packets of beef bacon anyway and placed them in her basket.
“The brand I like is always out of stock. So I have to buy whatever is available. I fry these up for my husband’s breakfast every Sunday.”
“You can still buy this one! Just add pepper when you’re cooking because it isn’t spicy enough.” she said, pushing a packet into my hand.
“Next time, you can buy the right brand.”
So I ended up with a packet of beef bacon I didn’t want.