Well work has slowed up a bit, which means I have time to read garbage like this at the office:
Man dresses up like Geisha in Kyoto and causes stir.
Now in Japan, this isn’t so weird. In fact, men dressing up as women in Japan is yesterday’s news. What surprises me about this article is:
The young man pictured above went to the famous studio “Kokoro” in Arashiyama, Kyoto. He sweats and nervously comments on his soon-to-be sudden transformation with his make-up artist. The cameras and journalists are nearby with pen and camera, ready for publicity.
During the interview, the manager of Kokoro comments:
“Five percent [of customers] are men.”
I read this line and think, ok, it’s Japan–not too weird.
“Men that come here with their girlfriends also want to give it a try with an interest in dressing up like a woman.”
Thats when I stopped reading and a huge “wtf” echoed throughout my brain. What boyfriend on god’s green Earth would accompany his girlfriend to a Geisha make-up studio and want to participate in the whole event with his partner by basically becoming her long lost Geisha twin? Or better yet, are there really that many girls in Japan that would accept this without some sort of suspicion toward their boyfriend about, well, being gay?
Maybe I’m too conservative. Maybe a man going with his girlfriend to participate in this ritualistic Geisha dress up is.. normal. In some universe. Somewhere.
I just like to stick with my logic that Japan is the strangest, logic defying and socially unbearable place on Earth.
China, on the other hand?
Of course, everything isn’t smiles and sunshine here in the PRC. My job sucks, my boyfriend lives on the island next door and I still worry about the question that seems to plague most people my age:
Just what the hell am I going to do with my life
Either way, my life is filled with delicious red peppers, screams, scolds and chiming giggles from my Chinese friends and the rush of people on the subway in the morning.
Today I stepped out at my stop, Shanxi West Road, and felt really damn good about my life. Sure, my job doesn’t pay so great (compared to the states) and yeah, I’m not really rich or climbing up the corporate ladder in a nice company, but I live in Shanghai. I came here by myself and made this life for myself, and to be honest, it’s not a bad life at all.
Walking along Maoming South Road home everyday is enjoyable. It’s lively, dynamic, beautiful and refreshing. This big city is made for me to grow, and although it may not be the place where I eternally settle down, it has become my temporary home and the start of my future.
My boyfriend will also be coming back to his home next month, and I can’t wait. Can’t. Wait.
A christmas in Shanghai with my Shanghai man. Very excited.
And it is time to 睡觉！