|It's like the potatoes are trying to hide their sad, shriveled little selves behind the chicken. It kind of makes me want to cry.|
|Looks nice, right? Now imagine it's full of obaachan...|
When I first came to Japan I was in the unique position of already speaking Japanese and knowing quite a lot about Japanese culture and everyday life. There were still plenty of surprises for me and moments of culture shock, but I had a much smoother transition than most other gaijin. The one thing that was difficult for me, however, was getting used to my new identity as a gaijin. People stare at you on the train, in the supermarket, at the bank... Kids at school ask you why your eyes are blue or tell you that your nose is "tall". Cashiers at stores or teachers at work blink at you in confusion even when you speak near-perfect Japanese to them.
|The ever-tasteful "gaijin" costume|
|I think this sums up the "gaijin smash" face pretty well.|