Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Str8 Outta Nihon
I've been studying Japanese for the past month, and even though I still have the vocabulary of a toddler with a severe head injury, I've gotten to the point where I can watch a Japanese film or TV show and actually pick out certain words and phrases.
I recently saw an incredible documentary about male host clubs* in Osaka, Japan, and I recognized a few familiar words like "love," "room," and "she". While I realize that that's nothing to brag about, I feel like my grasp of Japanese is already stronger than Spencer Pratt's grasp on reality.
I realize that was a long way to go for a Spencer Pratt joke, but I will not apologize.
*I still can't get over the fact that there are women in Osaka, perfectly willing to spend up to $10,000 to flirt with an androgynous, bleached-blond prettyboy for a few hours. This is the kind of "entertainment" that could ONLY exist in Japan.
I recently saw an incredible documentary about male host clubs* in Osaka, Japan, and I recognized a few familiar words like "love," "room," and "she". While I realize that that's nothing to brag about, I feel like my grasp of Japanese is already stronger than Spencer Pratt's grasp on reality.
I realize that was a long way to go for a Spencer Pratt joke, but I will not apologize.
*I still can't get over the fact that there are women in Osaka, perfectly willing to spend up to $10,000 to flirt with an androgynous, bleached-blond prettyboy for a few hours. This is the kind of "entertainment" that could ONLY exist in Japan.
