Went back to the lesbian bar in my prefecture after not going at all for about 4 months
Had barely gotten to speak to anyone who I know who went there, too.
I got back tonight, and it’s mostly customers that I don’t know—but somehow, everyone knows my name, what karaoke songs I sing (and that fact that I ‘sing well’ in Japanese), what I wore for the Halloween event, and what I have been studying in school.
Seriously, I had to have an awkward 15 minute conversation with the older lady who helps out with the cooking about ‘burakku’ (meaning burakkumin) and how humans just seem to ‘like’ to discriminate against others. This was inspired by me mentioning, months ago, to the bartender that we had read an article on discrimination against burakkumin and Koreans living in Japan.
At least I felt significantly more comfortable following all of the conversation that went on, even if I didn’t always have something to contribute.
I got an email for my T-point card (basically the universal point card I use at my grocery store, DVD rental place, etc etc) about a special offer for women in my area to get a free sample of some new kind of pancake mix. I figured, what the hell, it’s free, lemme sign up for it. I honestly didn’t figure I would get the thing for a few weeks, if at all.
The pancake people called me not once, but multiple times today (was in class so couldn’t pick up) in order to confirm my information andto find out the best time to deliver my free sample. Tomorrow. They weren’t calling to harass me, they just wanted to make sure my delivery would come at a convenient time.
Basically, they are paying people to call individuals and also to personally deliver free samples. This is why Japan’s unemployment rate is so low. It may also be why their suicide rate is so high, you never know.