Description of a certain expat group from a Shanghaiist commenter that strikes a chord: I mean, who hasn’t wanted to take a 9-iron to the all the clean-cut white boys wondering Shanghai’s summer streets in three-quarter length Capri pants? Or those same guys when they step out at night in their striped, untucked dress shirts, boot-cut blue jeans and slipper-esque, fake-ass Pumas? Or that same group, still again, when they’re working their ubiquitous preppy boy polo shirts or soccer, er, football jerseys about town as they troll for local talent.