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Douyin Isn’t TikTok——The First Time I Truly Got

what is Douyin?It’s not just “China’s TikTok.” It’s a mirror. A mess. A market. A window.And honestly, I kind of love it more than I should.

By ZanePublished 6 months ago 3 min read
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I Thought It’d Be All Lip Syncs and Dance Challenges

I thought I knew what Douyin was. Just “China’s TikTok,” right? Same dances, same filters, same sped-up music—just with dumplings in the background. That’s what I told myself before I actually got to China.

It only took a day for that theory to collapse. I kept seeing people glued to their phones—in elevators, cafes, even standing in line for baozi—and every time I glanced at the screen, it wasn’t what I expected. A guy fixing his motorcycle while complaining about the weather. A slow pan over someone's breakfast. A woman cracking sunflower seeds and giving relationship advice.

It felt… oddly personal. Not performative, not trendy—just real. And real in a way I didn’t recognize. It didn’t shout. It mumbled, laughed, slurped noodles. It was somehow louder that way.

So I Asked—What Do You Actually Watch?

That night, I took a cab back from the train station and decided to ask my driver directly. “Do you watch Douyin?” I asked in broken Chinese, waving my phone.

He gave a short laugh. “Every day,” he said. “Before bed. On break. When I wait for passengers.”

“What kind of stuff?”

He thought for a second. “Funny things. Like someone falling down.” He made a dramatic slipping gesture with his hand. “And cats. My wife likes cat videos.”

Then he opened the app mid-red light and showed me a clip: a street vendor in Chongqing grilling skewers while dancing to some remix of Teresa Teng. The comments were flying: jokes, emoji reactions, someone asking what brand of sauce he was using.

“Do you ever watch influencers?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Too fake. I like real people. Normal things.”

I kept hearing that phrase again and again the next few days—real people, normal things. I heard it from a hostel owner, a college kid in a convenience store, even a girl I shared a hotpot table with.

And I realized, for locals, Douyin isn’t about trends. It’s about people watching other people just go about their day. Sometimes chaotic, sometimes poetic, often both.

That’s when I started to feel like I’d only scratched the surface.I later found out there’s a lot more behind it

Posting Felt Like Dropping a Message in a Crowd—and Someone Answered

Eventually I gave in and downloaded the app. Registration wasn’t too hard, just some app store wrangling and QR codes. The interface was all in Chinese, but icons helped. I didn’t plan to post anything at first—just lurk. But then came the tofu video.

I filmed myself trying stinky tofu on a rainy street in Changsha. One bite. Immediate regret. The caption (thank you, Google Translate) said something like “foreigner suffers delicious consequences.” I still don’t know if that was accurate.

But then came the comments. Locals laughing. One suggested a better tofu spot. Someone else sent a meme of my face. It wasn’t viral, but it was... alive. That moment—that tiny feedback loop—felt more authentic than anything I’d posted on social media in years.

For travelers wondering what is Douyin, maybe this is the answer: it’s not a performance. It’s a conversation. If you want to use it right, don’t try to go viral—just be curious.

Douyin Speaks in Moods, Not Just Videos

There’s a kind of softness to the way people make videos here. On TikTok, trends are flashy. On Douyin, they feel… emotional. People film during golden hour, walk through rainy alleys with slow music, or show their lunch with poetic captions. Even a bowl of noodles can feel like a mood board.

This is what many call “Douyin style.” It’s not just about beauty or food—it’s about how those things are shown. The pace is slower. The shots feel personal. It’s aesthetic, sure, but not in a curated way. It’s more like someone’s private memory shared with the world.

And honestly? That visual language made me notice things I usually skip over. The color of wet pavement. The sound of someone slurping soup. Even without fully understanding the captions, I felt them.

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