Showing posts with label Japanese girls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Japanese girls. Show all posts

Monday, May 14, 2012

Microaggression In Japan: Jealous and Spiteful Japanese Reactionaries

It is only a problem when we do it; right?
Howdy Y'all! It happened again it seems. Life, and other things, pulled me away from this blog. Yet, everyone's favorite gaijin hillbilly is back again. I have more things I want to talk about with y'all again. More things to share and more ideas to express. Make sure to read this and this before going forward to understand what I am about to bring up.

I hope you are ready because...here...we...go.


Anyone with a clue, and sadly there are not many, realize there is a major double standard here in Japan when it comes to us gaijin and Japanese folk. Just take a look at the pic to your left. I am sure that while Japanese men can be horny wolves who chase anything with a pussy, when gaijin men do the exact same thing we are the bad guys.  I have seen so many J-dudes treat women like shit yet these same men get pissed off when a gaijin man even raises his voice to a women in public. Truth be known, a lot of J-dudes don't help their lady friend out so much. Of course, I have talked to a hell of a lot of J-dudes during my time in Japan so far. When the topic of 'helping yo lady' comes up there are common responses such as, 'I don't cook, that is women's work, I don't know how to clean my own clothes, that is for women to do, It is better that women never give their opinion, Men make money, women serve men etc...' Yet, you dare let one of us gaijin mutter any negative opinion toward Japanese women and suddenly we are the lowest form of shit in the universe. I do not hold any of the attitudes or opinions about the opposite sex mentioned in the above sentences, but that does not matter to the average Japanese. It seems that because I am gaijin, I must clearly be a rapist and a women beater no matter what the truth may be. After many years of dealing with this double standard, it seems clear to me that the Japanese mindset is such that they can be dirty slime balls as much as they want but gaijin are expected to be the highest form of human perfection. It seems the agenda is to make it so hard to adjust to life in Japan that we will give up and 'go home.'

Although, the method to attempt to force us to 'give up and go home' is a complex one indeed. This is were microaggression comes into play.

I look at microaggression in Japan the same way as a dog and a bowel of food. Y'all ever see a dog guard his bowel of food when he is not really hungry? Y'all know, the little bastard does not want the food but he will be dammed if anyone touches it. Microaggression in Japan is very similar to a dog who wants to keep everyone away from a bowl of food he does not want in the first place. Gaijin are expected to be perfect because, in my mind, they want us to be what they are unable to be. They want to hold us up to a standard which most humans simply cannot live up to everyday. Even if you are somehow able to live up to even a fraction of that fantasy standard, be damned if we turn right around and expect them to live up to the same standard. That is when the mircoaggression starts.

It goes like this: "We Japanese hate ourselves and our nation. We know we are fucked up and treat you gaijin like shit. Yet, we like being fucked up because it gives us an excuse to blame you for not being as fucked up as us. So, we will guard our bowel of food with the up most aggression, not because we actually like the food, but because as long as we are fucked up and expect you to be perfect you can never get one over on us. We really don't want to live this way but it is better for everyone involved. After all, you are a gaijin, and as we all know, you have a natural advantage over us as being able to move in and out of our society as you please. Fuck you gaijin! Fuck you because due to your sense of liberty and equality people like you and don't like us. So, we must force you to be perfect and pure. As long as we can force you to try to be perfect and pure, we can fuck you over and get away with it. Your forced perfection makes it easier for us to fuck you over as we see fit. If you are actually able to live up to the standard we place on you...well this is Japan so we will turn around and expect you to be just as fucked up as us. As soon as you live up to one standard, we will change the rules and expect you to suddenly live up to a totally new standard which we will create out of thin air. Don't like it? You can always go back to the dirty liberal nation from which you came."

That is the core of microaggression in Japan.


I know, it may be hard to believe me. Fair enough. Due to the cute fucking image of Japan that westerns suck up like scarface on a coke binge, the reality of living in Japan...I mean really living in Japan, is often covered up by images of Shibuya hoes, High school Harajuku shallowness and old beat up temples. That is only the surface of Japan and not the real deal. So, what is it like to deal with mircoaggression? Please allow me to explain.

It usually starts with a look. They look at you with this kind of asshole smile usually followed by some under the belt shot at you verbally. I have pretty much heard it all,"Why do you speak English in Japan?, You don't really use chopsticks correctly; you know?, English is a noisy language, When are you going back to your country?,  Gaijin stink! Take a bath!, Japanese are peaceful people so we don't understand why gaijin are so violent?, You gaijin have too many opinions, Why don't you just do it our way?, Japan is a safe country unlike America were people kill each other for fun, We are farmers and you are hunters so you are violent and we are not, Gaijin all look the same, Why is your noise pointed?, Japanese girls only like you because you have a big dick, and my all time favorite: We lost the war so we have to give you fucking Gaijin visa to come and teach English and fuck stupid Japanese girls." All of these things have actually been said to my face here in Japan.

The above quotes are a perfect example of microaggression in Japan. They seem to have a hard time with holding us up to a fantasy standard, which if we actually live up to, pisses them off beyond belief. It makes me think that a lot of Japanese really do think, deep in their hearts, that gaijin are everything they love and hate about humanity. They hate themselves so in turn they want another group to blame and hate so they will feel better about being uptight assholes who are on a mission to sink their nation to the bottom of the ocean. They cannot admit that they really like us and our way of thinking. If they fully admit they like us then they must also look at themselves and how fucked up they have allowed their society to become. It is simply too much for the average Japanese to do so they often choose to be a nasty little cunt with an ego the size of Mt. Fuji. It makes them feel good to take a shot at a Gaijin.

...And that is microaggression in Japan. If you live here and cannot understand this daily bullshit then you are truly brain dead or brainwashed by the Japanese corp. machine.


And might I add...

There are still many really cool people here in Japan. I have seen things here which also inspire me and uplift me. Not everyone here fits the picture I have just painted. It is just that this post is a picture of a combination of several years living and working in Japan daily. There is a problem with racism and xenophobia in Japan. Still, Japan offers many things besides harsh realities of a semi-isolated society who have a distrust of foreigners.   

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Stiffing A Bar in Shibuya

Sometimes you end up doing fucked up shit due to suddenly being caught in a fucked up situation. Now, yall should know that there will be people who get really pissed off after reading this post. What I ended up doing at a bar in Shibuya one night is considered `not cool` by most people`s standards. Hell, it is not cool by my standards! I should have kicked my own ass for doing this, but sometimes you got to do things in order to keep from getting totally fucked over. Case in point is one night in Shibuya when I choose to hang out with a Shibuya Gyaru.

These ladies known as `Shibuya Garu`are not to be trusted. Anyone keen to the street culture in Tokyo knows this to be very true. Partying with a Shibuya Gyaru is like drinking with the devil; your soul is targeted for suffering from the first hello. These unique brand of J-gals are keen and rough. Usually such a lady would be interesting to me. The problem is Gyaru`s in Shibuya is that they usually have no morals. If they think they can get away with something, you can bet your bottom dollar these ladies will try to pull it off. Yet, I fucked up and partied with some of them.

Anyway, it all started when I got a call from my buddy Akio.. He wanted to party in Shibuya all night. Akio is a good friend of mine so of course I was all game. When I met him in Shibuya, he took me to an odd live house with a huge bouncer at the door. The damn bouncer was so fucking big and mean looking that he could easily eat a man whole. We got past the bouncer and paid the 2,000 yen cover charge. The cover charge ended up being an entrance fee to see some psychedelic bands play. Fair enough I thought. Akio disappeared for about 30 minutes. When he showed up again he had three Gyaru`s with him looking to drink and be crazy. One of them started buying drinks for everyone. She kept saying, `I buy drinks. Who wants to drink?` Hell, I thought if this chick is going to buy drinks all night I will let her. What I did not know was that this chick had an underhanded plan to get drunk all night and put the bill on everyone else.

She seemed alright at the live house. She was throwing money around like water. There were four of us and she must have bought five rounds. The bar was C.O.D. as to prevent any monkey business. I like C.O.D. service actually. It keeps the bar from tossing in hidden charges. Anyway, after the bands stopped playing one of the Gyaru`s passed out from drinking too much. It must have taken over an hour to finally get her up and out of there. Once the four of us finally left the live house, things started to get weird. Akio said that the ladies wanted to go a bar and drink some more. No problem for me because I was stuck in Shibuya until the trains started running again. Again the Gyaru said, `I buy drinks lets go.` We go to one of those over priced bars in Shibuya which has a DJ playing hard rock music. Damn gal started ordering round after round and I did not have time to say no. I downed so many shots of Tequila that I am surprised that I was even able to think straight. As the night wore on it became clear that this chick was waiting for someone to show up. That person ended up being her boyfriend. I am married so no biggie for me. The problem came when everyone bailed the same time she did. She had attracted about seven people at that bar and they all bailed when she did. This left me and Akio alone at the bar and the fucking bar tap. That damn devil women left us with the fucking bill! It was her plan all along. She hooked up her `friends` up at the live house only to set up the gaijin and his buddy later so her and all her friends could drink for free. I was so pissed off I wanted to kill that chick!

I had enough money to pay for myself but not for seven goddamn people! Lucky for me, Akio is a keen motherfucker. As soon as I told him we had been set up, he started to carry out a plan to get us out of the situation. Akio simply said, `be cool. wait a minute.` So I had a smoke and tried to play it cool. After five minutes I get a text from Akio which said,`don`t talk to anyone. Come downstairs.` I went down stairs but staff noticed. I saw Akio out of the corner of my eye. He was hiding around the side of the building. Yeah, Akio was planning for us to stiff the bar and get the hell out of there. The staff came down stairs and I told them I was coming back. I needed to make a phone call. They left and I bailed. I know it was fucked up to do that but it was more fucked up that bitch tried to trick us into paying the tap for seven fucking people. No way in hell was I going to pay the tap for seven people I had just met and did not really know.

So yeah, I stiffed a bar in Shibuya once because of some fucked up Shibuya Gyaru. Lesson learned I guess.

Don`t party with fucked up people and you will not have to do fucked up things in order to save your own ass.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The Youth Are Getting Brave These Days In Japan

The common Japanese you run into on the street will most likely shy away from talking to you if they do not know you. It could be said that it is a national habit for the Japanese to  leave most foreigners to their own devices. They, as a whole, get more friendly and open up a lot more after a few drinks. Besides having a few rounds, most Japanese will not just walk up to you and have direct contact. While this may be true in most situations the tide may be turning in the spirit of the Japanese youth. From my experience, I have seen a clear difference in the way younger Japanese(18-30) engage foreigners compared to their older counterparts.

The youth of Japan seen to be more forward and brash than the average Japanese Joe six pack. In most nations one would expect the youth to be forthcoming when interacting with people from other so-called tribes. Yet, in Japan the pressure to conform is so strong that one would think they are born wearing a suit and tie. The sharp contrast in posture taken towards foreigners is so clearly noticeable that it boggles the mind how they ever get to the point of being passively dismissive of foreigners.

The brash Japanese youth sometime surprise me with how forward they can be at times. Case in point, I went to the local supermarket last night to grab a few beers and a pack of smokes(yes I still smoke). Just across the road were two young street gals chatting loudly about something or the other. Of course I paid them very little mind and marched on into the store. When I came back out one of the gals came running up to me saying, `excuse me! excuse me! Give me tobacco please!` As she did this her friend slowly followed her like a pet follows a owner. I flashed a pack of smokes I just bought and both of their eyes lit up like firecrackers. I must have given them about six smokes total out of kindness and slight shock. As soon as they got what they wanted they almost walked off just as fast. One of the gals spoke to me using the little English she had found the time to master. They were cute but clearly rough from hanging out on the street all the time.

I see the same kids hanging out on the street down from my house all the time. This little event was the first time they had spoken to me. It is rare for any Japanese,even the homeless, to demand I give them something. The young kids obviously have little care to speak to foreigners when they want something bad enough. The only other time Japanese randomly speak to me is at Yoyogi park sometimes and when I go to a rockabilly show.

Have any of you ever had a random Japanese youth speak to you and/or make an out of the blue request?  

Monday, June 9, 2008

From Wave Street to Nameless Street

It all started with a simple invite, `meet me in Shibuya to have drinks with some friends.` An invite to have some drinks sound harmless enough, but as I have learned over and over again in Tokyo that no invite is harmless and no night of drinking is boring.

My nameless friend, who is no longer nameless, Achio invited me and my main squeeze Makiko to meet up with him in Shibuya for drinks with a few friends of his. The original plan was to have a house party at Achio`s place but those plans did not work out; I don`t know why and I decided it best not to ask why. None the less Achio wanted to hang and considering my past experiences hanging with him I knew the night would be interesting. All week long he sent e-mail via cell phone to my girl giving updates on the plans and directions on where to meet. In total I think he ended up sending ten e-mails. He proved beyond any doubt that he likes to keep his peeps up to date on his plans for them.

When this past Saturday finally rolled around Makiko was very excited about meeting new people. She has plenty of friends but oddly enough they do not make plans to hang out very often. The chance to go out and meet new people was a joyful idea in her mind. Although, she did express her nervousness to me several times. She spent around two hours getting ready to go out. She usually only needs around 45 minutes to doll herself up. I wrote off her extra care in attending to herself to the fact she wanted to look her best for people she is meeting for the first time. Most guys would grow sick of waiting around for a gal to get ready but it did not brother me much because she ended up looking stunning. It is always cool to have a great looking gal on your arm.

After Makiko was finally all dolled up and ready to go we left our apartment in Adachi-Ku to venture into central Tokyo. There are two ways to get to central Tokyo from Aoi. You can get on Tsukuba Express and go to Kita-Senju. From Kita-Senju you get on the subway and travel all the way to central and get off at one of the main districts. The other, and much more simple, way is to get on Tsukuba Express and ride it all the way to Akiba. From Akiba you get on the central JR line which stops at all the districts on central Tokyo. Wanting to keep things simple we decided to ride Tsukuba into Akiba and then get on the central JR line to Shibuya. Tsukuba Express was dead. Almost no one on the train. The central JR line was a different matter all together. Saturday is a big night out for most people in Tokyo. The JR line was packed with people all looking for some cheap thrills. I felt the usual sensation of feeling like a can of sardines about to burst open on the JR line.

When we arrived in Shibuya the place was already teaming with people. Shibuya usually turns into chaos on a Saturday night. There was so many people that there is no point to look at anyones face. All the people seem to blend into a mass of crazed humanity. At times it feels like some strange acid trip from hell. All the noise and people mix into a haze of maddness that only Tokyo can create. We fight our way though the crowd and make it to a side street known as Wave Street. Wave street is actually one of the places in Shibuya that pleases a person like myself. While the hordes of masses flock to the three main streets which spring out from Shibuya station, Wave street offers a nice diversion from the madness. I first came to know Wave Street when my friend since college, Fumika, invited Makiko and I to meet her at a bar known as the Hobglobbin. Wave street has plenty of bars and restaurants which cater to people looking for a good time without all the madness which goes along with a night in Shibuya. As luck would have it the place Achio choose to meet up at was in the same building as the Hobglobbin.

We went up to the seventh floor using a small elevator. I long ago lost confidence in the elevators in Tokyo after the incident with the elevator closing too fast killing some kid on a bike over two years ago. I try my best to avoid using elevators in Tokyo when I can. In this situation I did not have much choice. When we made it to the seventh floor we were greeted by a bright faced gal all too happy to inform us that we must take off our shoes. The only reason this brothered me was because I was wearing a pair of white leather shoes which were hard to get on and off. No one likes to wait around on the one person who cannot get their damn shoes on and off quickly. I managed to get my white leather shoes off faster than normal due to not wanting to look like a total fool. The bright face gal took my shoes, put them in a shoe locker and handed me a wooden card with a number on it. Only in Japan have I been given a wooden card as a key for a shoe locker. Although I call Tokyo my home the oddness of it all still gives me a little culture shock sometimes.

We were taken to the area in which Achio was seated. I like the seating style the place was using. There are tables for group seating, which is always a plus. You sit on little cushions which are surprising comfortable. Sitting low to the floor is common in Japan although in America it is often not enjoyed by most people. I remember when I picked up the habit of setting on the floor in college from the many Japanese students I was friends with. They loved the idea of bring able to come to my place and being able to sit in the floor and be comfortable but when my American friends came over they hated having to sit on the floor; and having to take their shoes off. Anyway, Achio was more than happy see us. A few of his friends had already shown up. They had drank a few drinks but put off ordering any food until I had arrived. We ordered some food; including my favorite Japanese dumplings. Also, it was Achio who suggested that I try something called hoppy.

I had never heard of Hoppy, but everyone seem to enjoy it. What is Hoppy? Well, apparently it is a mild beer alternative. The stuff comes in two parts, a bottle of Hoppy and a mug of something called shochu. The Hoppy itself has non-alcoholic, yet when mixed with the shochu is can have a five percent alcoholic content. It was actually not too bad. It had a mild bitter taste but still very smooth compared to normal beer. It is also very cheap. We were ordering it for 400 yen(4.00USD) a bottle when normal mug of beer can cost between 500-1,000 yen(5.00-10.00USD). To our credit we did not stick to just the hoppy. There was also a few rounds of sake thrown in the mix. By the time it became time to move on into the more deeper parts of Tokyo the table was full of happy and some what drunk people.

A table full of fun loving drunks!


After leaving the drinking restaurant it was decided a quick stop at an oyaji bar was in order. Along the way another friend of Achio joined us. She was a crazy fun loving working girl. I did not get her name but she had just gotten off work, as evidence by her freshmen all black dress, and her genki(energy) was very high. Like the rest of us she was a punk. She had a anything goes attitude and enough bite on her personality to scare away most Japanese business men, but she fit right in with us. You might be asking yourself what the hell is a oyaji bar? An oyaji bar is a drinking bar for old men and usually run by old men. They are small little places for old men go to unwind. The old men working the place really did not want us there and they tried, and failed, to turn us away. There was about ten of us at that point all half drunk, loud, and full of piss and fire. We also had money to burn so the guys at the Oyaji bar let sit down with the understanding that we would behave ourselves. We sat and ate for a little while. The great thing about an Oyaji bar is they always have the best chicken on a stick. You can get almost any part of the chicken served up tasty and on a stick for your eating pleasure. As we eat and chat and old men running the place just kind of stare at us with watchful eyes. We were a motely bunch for sure and one hell of a sight for a bunch of old guys running a little bar.

After the oyaji bar looses it charm it is time to head out into the deeper reaches of Tokyo for some after hours fun. Several of the people decide to catch the last train home; including Makiko. Her stomach was feeling a little funny which is code for `I just want to go home but I do not want to offend anybody.` I say a few kind words to her give her a kiss and off she goes back to our apartment in Adachi-ku. At this point there are only three of us left Achio, a guy wearing a Tibet t-shit, and me. I have no idea where we were going but I was sure it was going to be interesting. Achio says `come with me` and off we go. We get on the subway off to god knows where. On the Subway train there was this cute gal laughing at me goofing off a little bit in a very passive manner. She got a cheap laugh and I got a little meaningless attention.

We arrived at a section of Tokyo I do not know; which happens often to me seeing that Tokyo is a very big place. The area has that run down underground feel to it which leans perfectly to my personality. The area was much like Aoi (the section of Adachi-ku in which I live). Lots of after hours bars, small dance halls, and live houses lined the streets. I felt very comfortable in our surroundings. About half way down the street of Achio`s choosing we meet up with Mini and her friend Nobu. I met Mini once before. She hung out with Achio and I during an all night drinking binge recently. She is from North Korea of all places. Mini is tough yet a very nice person. Her friend Nobu is a very open and friendly fun loving gal. Nobu took up with me very quickly which I had no problem with at all.

For some reason Achio got it in his head that he wanted to go to a near by super market to get a cheap little bottle of wine to freshen up his buzz. We all follow him to the local super market and wait outside. Achio went inside while Mini, Nobu and I wait outside and smoke some cigs. Mini and I got into a conversation about Free Masons while Nobu hugged on me like I was a new play thing. About 15 minutes go by and we noticed that the super market had closed and Achio was still inside. We look inside and see him and some kid who works at the super market struggling trying to open the wine bottle. Achio motions for us to come inside to help. Once inside I quickly realized their problem. They had been trying to open the bottle with a cork screw and somehow manage to break off the cork midway out of the bottle. Nobu sees what has happened and laughs while Mini just rolls her eyes. I take the cork screw and try to pull the cork out for bottle but only end up making the situation worse. Finally, I suggest that Achio just exchange the bottle for one that has a cap instead of a cork. The the manager agrees and Achio finally gets his bottle of wine. Achio drinks the entire bottle of wine in about two or three drinks. I was surprised at how fast this man can drink when he wants is in a hurry. It was actually kind of funny to see him drink the whole damn bottle so fast. The reason for this hast was that he wanted us to get into the a after hours bar called Dune.

This place called Dune was very different from most bars in Tokyo. It is referred to as a Japanese soul bar. It the kind of place that Gaijin are rarely seen. Nobu puts her arm around me and urges me up the stairs into the bar. As a walk into the place I noticed very quickly that the place carried with it a very underground environment. There was a DJ spinning at the front entrance. He was into this work and seem not to care what was going on around him. There was a few girls dancing around his little work area, but he did not pay any attention to them. Nobu takes me to the bar and I order a beer. The girl at the bar had a very relaxed attitude and did not seem to care what was going on around her. Nobu hung onto to me for a while and finally wondered off to talk to a friend. Finding myself left to my own devices I decided to go and set down at the couch located behind the DJ area.

Several people were setting down on and around the couch. Some of them drunk, a few high, and others(mostly girls) setting around looking for something or someone. Before long Achio came to sit with me. He starts pointing out all the girls and attempting to tell me what kind of personality each one of them had. I knew that most of the girls did not give a shit about anything but themselves. I could look into their eyes and tell almost none of them could not be trusted. For the most part most of them only cared about staring at the DJ, getting drunk, and trying to score some free drugs from one of the guys. The kind of girls who are nothing but trouble. Despite this fact, Achio still tried to point out the different girls to me. He introduced one of the girls to me. She was sitting on front of me and had a kind of `fuck you` expression on her face. I made no effort to try and remember her name. I did try to at least talk to her but she I could tell that she was waiting for some preplanned action to go down soon and had no interest in talking to anyone. Good for me because I was not there to meet girls. Achio and I drank for a while. He likes to talk to me but his English is not good at all. His limited English skills does not stop him from making conversation with me.

Nobu shows up again, sits down on my lap, puts her arms around me, and forces a shot of Jack Daniels on me. After making me drink the Jack she demands that I get up and hang out with her. We end up standing and in a very sloppy manner dance to the music. It was not really dancing so much as it was grooving to the music. She puts herself in my arms and relaxes against me. Nobu is a very open girl by Japanese standards. In a place like Dune the girls are nothing like what is normal Japanese girl`s attitude. The kind of people who go to places like Dune are people with very strong independent personalities who don`t fit in with the rest of the people in Tokyo.

After enjoying the attention that Nobu seemed to love giving me Achio tells me that he wants to go outside for a little bit and get smoke a cig. Nobu follows us outside. While we where outside I see the girl that Achio had introduced me to walk by with several guys. This group walks quickly past without looking at anyone and acting like they are coolest people in the whole world. I know this attitude very well. They just did some drugs. If you have never been around people who think that because they have drugs they are somehow cooler than everybody else then you know how they act....like assholes. I just write them off and an glad I did not get involved with them. Those kind of people are nothing but trouble. Doing some drugs now and again is ok but to act as if you are cool shit just because you do drugs turns people into assholes who will make trouble for you.

Finally at six in the morning it became time to leave Dune. Achio, Mini, Nobu and I left to eat at a noodle house. I usually do not like Japanese noodles but this time was different. I don`t know if was the fact that I was a little drunk or just very hungry but I ate the entire bowl like a starved rat.

After eating it was time to drink a little more. At this point it was 6:30 am and these people still wanted to drink. Well, as usual I just go with the flow. We go into a convenience store and buy some cans of beer; the big cans of course. Instead of finding a decent place to sit down and drink we simply across the street and sit down at a very small parking lot and start drinking. Achio takes a seat on a concrete parking marker while Mini sits on the ground. I lay back and Nobu lay besides me. For some reason she just wanted to be near me all the time and I just met her. I did not mind although I did find it odd. It made the night more enjoyable all the same. The three of us talked while finishing off the beer. After the beer was gone we headed over the to subway to go home. Nobu has a different train from the rest of us so I said good by to her and she left; she gave me her number but I don`t know if I will call her. On the train Achio, Mini and I ended up sleeping on each other. I guess we had finally got tired. Overall, the night was fun but odd at times. Just another night in Tokyo in the books!









The night took me and then left me for dead!