After four months of working and living in northern India, I found myself captivated by the western-ness of China, particularly in regards to women. Deplaning in Guangzhou, China, I noticed women in short skirts and shorts, and couldn’t help but stare at their bare legs. I felt almost scandalized, and for a moment wondered if the young women were operating a second business (perhaps). But I also realized how my eyes had changed; I saw those women through the lens of a conservative culture. In northern India, I had been covered in shapeless modest clothes and long pants in even …