Fight For The Right To Party
A SUITABLE PROFESSION WANG YUE, 19, REMEMBERS STROLLING down a Beijing street dressed normally–spiky, red-tinged hair, studded dog collar, brows drawn in an exaggerated arch–when she saw a familiar figure. It was her father, a policeman, with several of his colleagues. ““I called to him two or three times,’’ she recalls, taking a long drag on a cigarette, ““but he just ignored me and kept walking! That happens all the time to us punks....