What’s Happening Wednesday

October 22nd, 2008 | Foxes

So you might think that, with my last two posts being somewhat close together in times they were written, my schedule has been freed up since I started this graphic design job in this crazy world of politics. And you’d be half right. Time has freed up, but not at home – at work!

Have you recently gotten way-too-long e-mails from me lately? That’s because work is dead but I still need to stay! Noticed I’ve been making more friends on Facebook? They’re all co-workers, equally as bored and eager to kill time as I am!

In other words, blah blah blah, I have been working more than a month straight with nary a day off and with each day spanning anywhere from the standard 8 hours to an awesome 12! (That’s like, half a day!) So I have been going a little nuts, listening to hours and hours of music on my iPod, playing Tetris like a maniac, buying a Chocobo-themed Nintendo DS cover for my non-existent DS, and of course, blogging.

Tonight I will once again be too tired to do anything productive with my time, eat sushi with too-much-wasabi (a ritual I started following the demise of Tumbles), watch Tyra do her thing on ANTM, mourn the loss of Project Runway and probably end up watching music videos on YouTube of the finest band to sing about New England to a redonk degree, Vampire Weekend.

What’s happening with you?

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The Life of Tumbles

October 21st, 2008 | Foxes

About a month ago, on a Saturday night, R and I noticed his cat behaving rather strangely. His eyes were fixed onto the ceiling with a predatory intensity. His ears twitched and he paced around R’s bed.

We shrugged the behavior off, spent the night watching TV and snacking as usual.

The next day I come over R’s place to see our old hamster cage resurrected, inhabited by a bunch of socks, fruit and a cup filled with water with a sock wrapped around it. Upon closer examination, R showed me the cause of his cat’s interest from the night before: a baby mouse was lying still between the socks. R guessed that he fell from inside the ceiling (his room is in a basement.)

R rescued the baby mouse, who I named Tumbles, from the jaws of his cat the night before and was desperately trying to nurse it back to health. My first reaction upon seeing Tumbles was that he was dead, but some prodding showed that he was simply exhausted. We assumed that Tumbles’ mother had been the victim of R’s cat the previous week. The little fellow probably came out of his hiding in search for food and his mother, where he was helpless against the jaws of a 20 pound cat. R tirelessly filled the cup with hot water every two hours, wrapping it around with a sock so that Tumbles – which was frigid to the touch the morning after he rescued it – could have some form of comfort.

Tumbles took right away to the warm cup and slept the day away, awaking here and there to nibble as some oyster crackers and blueberries. His head was disproportionately bigger than his body, which added to the cuteness factor. His bulgy eyes were in constant slits as Tumbles was in a state of perpetual sleepiness.

Tumbles didn’t make it until morning, R e-mailed me the next day. And then my iPod chose to play this song:

We buried Tumbles that night with tears and sadness and the hopeful thought that maybe, just maybe Tumbles passed into the night thinking that instead of the sock-covered cup, he knew that the warm being he slept next to was his mother.

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It’s Been a Crazy Two Months

July 26th, 2008 | Foxes

…And all I have to offer is this music video inspired by Bollywood movies sung in Spanish featuring Natalie Portman.

I came back to America at the beginning of June and I have to say that I still feel like I’m adjusting to being back home. I am not sure why I have been absent for so long from this blog, but I am guessing it is a combination of readjusting and plain lack of inspiration.

I also spent my days job hunting, and after many failed attempts landed at my dream job where I now serve as a graphic designer/website creator (so much for that whole majoring-in-East-Asian-Studies thing!) Unfortunately, the job is influenced by political campaigns and will end with the elections at the beginning of November, but hopefully if I work hard enough I will build up an awesome portfolio filled with flag graphics and headshots of fat old men and then everyone will want to hire me!

In other news, I have been watching movies practically every week since I came back, and came to the realization that four of the movies were all based off of comic book titles. Which leads me to this rant that I posted privately in my LiveJournal, but am aiming to take this blog in a different direction (can you tell?) and so I will post a snippet in here:

Sometimes when I watch movies that are based off of comics, I feel as though I am merely watching two pairs of testicles angrily flopping against each other, amongst car explosions and naked women. There is no room to breathe and no voice for the other half. It has become the norm for “good” action movies and summer blockbusters to be all about men taking care of business, with barely a main female role to play Smurfette in the all-male gun-toting extravaganza.

I realize it is a Catch-22 when it comes to comic book movies. Many titles were written in days where it was still blatantly OK to play down women and minorities in media. You cannot ask for a movie based off of old societal standards to resonate well with everybody and still be true to the original idea. But sometimes I wonder what movies would be like if all the male actors were replaced with women but everything else was kept the same way–dialog, actions, emotions. Would it still be successful? Would it all of a sudden turn into a chick flick?

These are the thoughts that have been troubling me lately, and for me I find it ironic that Japan offers more sexual equality in media despite the society’s on-going oppression of women, whereas the more liberal American media offer little solace for women who want to feel like the heroes for once. I have been sucked into watching Japanese dramas online and in particular am addicted to Life, based off a manga series by the same title.

The manga is written by a woman and the manga is geared towards to girls. The content is an unflinching look at Japanese school life, where both girls and boys lead messed up lives with horrible secrets. The girls are not sexualized and the interactions between them feel very real to me. I cannot think of an equivalent to this sort of show in the States except perhaps for Degrassi, but probably because it’s the only show not made by Disney aimed at the pre-teen audience containing serious material. Disney’s shows offer brightly colored teen pop stars to whom real girls could never relate to, but instead get the idea that they should want to be like them.

In any case, the world keeps spinning.

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Increasing Career Opportunities for Japanese Women

April 9th, 2008 | Foxes

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Source: Japan Times

Things are starting to look up with new Prime Minister Yasuo Fukuda’s plans to increase career opportunities for women.

The government is pledging with the program to increase women’s social participation in areas where they have yet to play significant roles, including medical services, public services and science.

Gender equality minister Yoko Kamikawa plans to visit business group leaders and encourage the hiring of more women for managerial posts.

The program aims to raise the percentage of female employees in the central government ranked higher than section chief or equivalent to at least 5 percent by the end of fiscal 2010 from 1.7 percent in fiscal 2005.

I’ve mentioned before about the slow-but-noticeable increase in gender equality, but it’s still nowhere near ideal (or some semblence of.) It seems that the higher ups are starting to realize that without gender equality, a nation is only performing half as well as it could be–not to mention that Japan’s embarrassingly low gender equality statistics are constantly being thrown about.

I’m not sure if simple encouragement is enough, although this is a step in the right direction.  We need to see more examples of women leading successful lives in Japan to serve as role models for those following in their footsteps.  Although there is certainly nothing wrong with dreaming of becoming a housewife, it seems that so much talent and bright minds are going to waste because of ingrained societal expectations.  (Case in point: is there any reason why Empress Masako, a Harvard undergraduate and Oxford alum who is fluent in 3 languages, had give up everything in order to marry the Prince?)

Source: New program to boost women in workplace - Japan Times

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“A Woman Must Pretend That Things are OK” and Other Words to Live By

April 2nd, 2008 | Foxes

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Came across this piece in the Japan Times. It is an interview with Hiroko Mito, who is celebrating the 10th anniversary of her bar in Shibuya. It’s an interesting summation of what life is like for a working woman in Japan raising children with a less-than-ideal husband. One point she makes is something that hits really close to home and is pretty commonplace thinking in Japan:

A woman must pretend that things are OK, and she had better do it very convincingly. My husband was far from perfect: He had girlfriends, lost all of our money and was not around much. Of course, I hid that part of him from our children. I always talked about him with respect and love because I wanted the kids to feel happy and safe, and loving their father was essential for that. For kids, a parent is always a parent, no matter what he or she does, and it’s the wife’s job to make sure they have the kind of father they can love, even if it means enhancing his good qualities to the point of lying.

For most Western eyes, this way of thinking may seem very strange but is in fact not unusual in Japan, where women are expected to pretend all the time–even when it comes to divorce:

No child wants his or her parents divorced: they love both their mom and dad. So if parents love their children, they should pretend to be happy for the kids’ sake. Of course, really being happy is even better!

“Saving face” in Japan is a socially ingrained concept of not letting others see your true feelings. Along with concepts of (gaman suru) “sticking with it” and (issho kenmei ganbaru) “doing your absolute best,” it’s no wonder people will overwork themselves–even to the point of dying. However, it is this same mentality that allows people like Hiroko to overcome even the greatest obstacles.

Unless you throw your pride out the window, you’ll never survive. By the time I was in my late 30s, I had owned my own restaurant for a good 15 years. I was always working and never asked my husband what he was doing. Unfortunately, he accumulated an immense amount of debt. Not only did we lose everything we had — including the restaurant — we still owed a ton more. To make things worse, he had a stroke and could no longer work. For the next 17 years I don’t remember sleeping much, because I only thought about paying back what he owed. At 6 a.m. I would clean a store, then I made beds at a hotel, waitressed at lunch, bartended afternoons and hostessed till late. I raced from job to job, and in between I’d run home to take care of the kids and him.

I’m not saying these points are wrong or right, but instead am trying to show readers a glimpse of what life is like for many Japanese women. It is common for Japanese people to view Westerners as self-centered and for Westerners to see Japanese society as one that revolves around group mentality. This article definitely points out the sacrifices made by many Japanese women.

Source: Snack mama Hiroko Mito - The Japan Times

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Asian Feminists: They Exist

March 26th, 2008 | Foxes

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Yuri Kochiyama

For my senior thesis, I am preparing to write a paper on the roles of women as portrayed by popular Japanese authors, both female and male. Reading the biography of one famous literary author, Tanizaki Junichiro, I was a little disturbed to read this passage from one of his essays:

One of the things I am currently interested in doing is to delineate the psychology of a Japanese woman of the feudal period, without giving it a modern interpretation and yet with such verisimilitude as to appeal to the modern reader’s emotions and understanding. I want to draw a truly lifelike portrait of a woman who believed in the neo-Confucian moral codes and who was therefore bound by them–a woman of bygone days who was reserved in all things, who was taught to suppress her feelings on all occasions, and who seldom showed her face to any person of the opposite sex except her husband. Yet it would not be easy to portray the hypersensitive workings of such a woman’s mind. Despite her wholly virtuous appearance, she could have been harboring thoughts of an illicit love that had not yet taken definite form. Jealousy, hatred, cruelty, and other dark emotions may have cast their dim shadows on her mind time and again without ever floating to the surface. It would be difficult, indeed, to create a vivid portrait of a woman of this type, a woman whose entire life was confined to her inner world.

(Emphasis mine.)

It’s nothing new for (obviously scorned) men to look down on women in such a manner, but Tanizaki actually claimed that he was a feminist, and even compared his degree of feminism to other authors. This is the same man that coerced his wife to destroy their unborn baby because he was afraid it would ruin his image of her as a symbol of “old Japan” (in other words, being completely devoted to him.)

Luckily, Tanizaki was just one jaded exception. Asian feminists do exist, although people might not think of Asian women (and men!) when they hear the word “feminist.” I happened to come across this list of Asian feminists who have done extensive society-changing work in America. The list led me to this other list of inspirational Asian women, which consequently made this entry take a lot longer to write than originally planned.

So what about Japan? Japanese feminists are hard to spot since the word is fairly taboo in Japan (Wikipedia only lists 13 women, somehow omitting Yuri Kochiyama who is pictured above), but signs that changes are a-comin’ can definitely be seen. Take, for example, one of the little girls I teach English to: she speaks in the most masculine form of Japanese, using “ore” instead of the gender-neutral “watashi” or “atashi,” which is reserved for girls and gay men. Also, bands who consist of all women or headed by a woman seem to have an easier time breaking into the major music industry than in America, where bands are usually reserved for men. I already mentioned that comediennes in mainstream media in Japan seem to outnumber those in America. Gender roles are slowly reversing among young men and women, where men want to be with women who are stronger than them.

Mizuho Fukushima, the leader of Japan’s opposition Democratic Party, is just one of an increasing number of women who are revolutionizing women’s rights in Japan:

[Fukushima] is the author of such books as What Happens When A Woman Becomes A Politician and Never Get Married To A Man Like This.

She wants to give women the right to keep their maiden name, an uphill struggle that has so far seen a bill rejected 10 times, and is an advocate of the rights of children born out of wedlock, which negatively affects their inheritance. Ms Fukushima, 52, has kept her maiden name and has not married her partner with whom she has a child.

She also campaigns against sexual harassment, domestic violence and for improved maternity leave and child care. When she was elected to the Upper House, 10 years ago, she had to share the male lavatories. Now she and her female colleagues have separate loos.

Despite these trends, Japan is still painfully behind in sexual equality. Women have a harder time moving up in the business world and are expected to quit after they get married/have kids (and are often harassed or threatened if they don’t.) Asian women in general are looked down upon by men of all races as subservient and aiming to please.

I don’t think I make it apparent enough on this blog how important women’s issues are to me, even though I have spent the last year and half of my school career researching and writing on women in Japan. Hopefully that will change, as I continue to research women’s issues in Asia and Japan in particular.

Sources:
- Asian/ APIA Feminism/ Women’s History Month - WOC PhD
- Inspirational Asian/APIA Women - Reappropriate
- English Wikipedia’s page on Japanese Feminists
- Japanese Wikiepedia’s page onf Feminism in Japan
- Japan’s gender inequality puts it to shame in world rankings - Japan Times
- Japan’s concrete ceiling - The Independent

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My 4 Female Comic Muses

March 19th, 2008 | Foxes

I was talking to R (who seems to have caught a “buy plastic toys” fever since coming to Japan) about which toys I would ideally put on my desk to reflect who I am. (We have weird conversations.) As such, I came up with these four characters from various Japanese manga, because well, American comics are just a tad behind on good female role models…

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Character: Ayanami Rei
Series: Shin Seiki Evangelion
Why: OK, this might be confusing for some. Why would I pick someone who is basically the poster child for fans of submissiveness and bandage fetishes? Well, that’s what the posters and fanart make her out to be, but I honestly like her resilience and her get-shit-done work ethic. She puts in the extra mile in dangerous situations, even when she is getting the raw end of the deal. Rei deals with things rationally, and her living spaces reflect a Zen-like existence. (Plus, she’s a vegetarian!)

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Character: Nakahara Sunako
Series: Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henka
Why: She is probably the best non-conformist protagonist of a girls’ manga series that I’ve read in a long time. She is ugly (by comic standards), anti-social, un-elegant, and loves violent horror movies. Everybody constantly tries to change her, but she just wants to be left alone with her beloved splatter movies. I don’t think an action figure of her exists, but if it did, I would love to put it beside my mirror to remind myself that it’s OK not to listen to the outside world.

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Character: Sapphire
Series: Ribon Kishi
Why: Ribon Kishi is probably my favorite Osamu Tezuka series, because it just shows how far of ahead of his time he was. Sapphire was accidentally given both the heart of a boy and girl, and as a result acts in both gender conformities. She can best any man with a sword and yet use her girlish side to help make others see how pointless it is to put women down. She is constantly expected to act in either gender conformity, when in the end it is just her own personality that shines through.  Sapphire shows that it doesn’t matter what sex you are–you can still rule an entire kingdom.

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Character: Yotsuba
Series: Yotsuba&!
Why: I love Yotsuba’s curious attention to detail, how she views the world from an innocent and completely insane point of view. She reminds me of just how the world around us is always full of surprises, and how it’s OK to question why we do the things that we do. She also puts her actual feelings forward in an country where “saving face” is a huge deal.

Well, I hope this was enlightening for those who wonder why, despite my many posts dealing with Japanese culture, I have rarely mentioned any manga or anime… :D

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Doing Your Part and Then Some

March 12th, 2008 | Foxes

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I mentioned in my post on Zen cooking how the kitchen here in the dorm is being abused by people who don’t appreciate what they’ve been given. They leave the kitchen in a disgusting disarray, with mystery substances everywhere and the sinks full of pots and pans with what can only be described as madness crusted on to them. People have been pointing fingers, making demands that everybody clean their own dishes. If nobody is at fault, who is making this mess?

I think that it is in human nature to point blame at somebody else when situations like this occur. “I didn’t make the mess so I’m not going to clean it up!” is a common thought process–and a very understandable one. We’re all adults here, why should we take responsibility for others? This is a very rational way of thinking, but unfortunately it doesn’t make the kitchen any cleaner.

An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind. - Mahatma Ghandi

So lately I’ve been trying to do my part, and then some. I apply the same mentality to cleaning up my own messes and do it for others. So when I’m waiting for water to boil or things to cook, I just start doing the dishes–I don’t care who left it there and I don’t care about finding out so I can blame them.

No, I shouldn’t have to clean somebody else’s mess, but doing so helps the overall kitchen, even if in a small way. You might probably think, “But nobody will care! It’s not your job! It’s just going to get messy again!” and you’re right on all three points. But as corny as this sounds (and I’m sure this entire post sounds corny), I want to be part of the solution, and not just complain about the problems. You can make excuses and complain and point fingers all you want, but it isn’t going to make any difference. If you help clean up some of the mess, then you are closer to solving the problem.

Think about it: The people who caused the problem obviously don’t care. But you do. And so they keep making the mess and not caring. And you just complain about it but don’t do anything. Who is wrong here? I’d like to think both parties are wrong–of course the person making the mess is wrong, but people who just get angry about it without doing anything are wrong too. The solution is so simple–get over your self-centered attitude and help clean up the mess.

I hope you realize that I’m not just talking about the kitchen here. Thinking on a bigger scale, every generation inherits their parents’ messes. The destruction of the environment, corrupt politics, financial debt–the problems of the world will be theirs to solve. And they can think, “Well I’m not the one who made this mess!” or “Somebody else will do it for me!” but it won’t help solve anything. If everybody did their part and then some, we could help lessen some of the burdens on the next generation, even if does mean cleaning up somebody else’s dirty dishes.

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Living in Two Worlds: Moving Abroad

March 5th, 2008 | Foxes

This month’s Kansai Scene has three interesting articles on moving abroad. Not just limited to Japan, the articles cover reasons why one might choose to live abroad, and the resulting impact:

The expatriate becomes hung between two states, never quite of the place she or he lives, and separate from the culture of the home country. In the UK, returned expats are sometimes known derisively as ‘When Is’ for the perceived habit of beginning anecdotes, ‘When I was in Osaka/Vilnius/Bangkok/Johannesburg …”

There are lots of reasons to move abroad, but it comes with a lot of research and inevitable culture shock. Studying abroad is very close to what it might be like to live in the country, but the experience is filtered through the lense of the school and an English-speaking environment. You are in a safe community where you can find other English-speaking people for small doses of home. But once you move abroad for real, it might be hard getting started and creating a new network of friends from scratch (not to mention in another language.)

On the other hand, moving abroad might be ideal for those who don’t feel in tune with their own culture, or who know that they are “destined for greater things.”  Moving abroad definitely helps you grow up fast and get to know yourself a lot better, especially when doing it on your own.  Parents are not just a phone call away–often times they can be in a completely opposite time zone.  All you have is yourself to rely on.

Having traveled between the States and Japan my entire life, I know the feeling of being inbetween worlds all too well. People always ask me where do I feel the most comfortable, or what nationality do I feel I’m more like. I don’t have an answer to either of those questions–both places are my home, and at the same time neither are. I don’t feel in tune with either culture–not the misogynstic oppressiveness of Japan, nor the self-centered consumer society that makes up America.  But I wouldn’t be who I am if I hadn’t lived in either country, which just goes to show the catch-22 of the whole thing–you have a wider perspective on the world, but it’s hard to find a place to call home.

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Are You Taking Learning for Granted?

March 4th, 2008 | Foxes

Trailer for Undeclared, a prematurely canceled show about college life

Earlier today I was venting to R about certain classmates that complain about, well, everything. They moan at the thought of a vocab test, complain to the teacher about receiving worksheets, and make sarcastic remarks and gestures to emphasize their less-than enthusiastic desire to be in class.

These whiners drove me nuts with their complaining. If they didn’t like being in school, then why bother coming? Leave the rest of the students alone to study. I’m tired of people taking being here in Japan for granted, an opportunity that only comes once in a lifetime for some. A lot of students were declined, didn’t have the funds or the right connections in order to study abroad, many of whom were probably more deserving to be here.

It’s not just limited to studying abroad, though. I can think of many instances back at my home university in which people took the opportunities they were given for granted. The way American media perpetuates the “college experience” practically tells you to let loose and have fun in the form of drinking, doing drugs, having random sex, and partying. So of course people think going to class is a waste of time and treat it as such.

In Japan, however, the word for skipping class is saboru (サボる), which comes from the word sabotage. Interpret it how you’d like, but I find it interesting that they had to borrow a foreign word in order to come up with a term for skipping class, and even more interesting that the word that was borrowed means to intentionally ruin something. This could explain why people outside of America come to American universities to study and end up excelling tremendously, often times over the heads of native students.

Having access to higher education should be a God-given right, but unfortunately it remains a privilege, especially in countries in which the government doesn’t offer much assistance in the way of educational funds. Those of us in college should be thankful–not scornful–that we are allowed to go to a place where we can learn practically anything we want. We should be grateful that we are taught by professionals with information we could otherwise never get, and for the experiences we would otherwise never have.

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