I’m crying with you, Koto’oshu. Sad to see you leave the sumo world, you sexy Bulgarian. (Thanks to husband for tip).
As the serious world of enterprise slows down at year end, I’m delighted to discover HBO’s Girls, a downwardly mobile Sex and the City set in Brooklyn. Think much much more unsatisfying sex, more existential angst, and many more Jewish characters.
The author, lead actress, and director Lena Dunham creates an often unsympathetic main character, who somehow manages to befriend a conservative girl, a bohemian girl, and a super painful virgin. But my secret pleasure is how she gave herself a disgusting boyfriend who is hot in a large nose and geeky fashion.
To share my mother’s characterization of this amazing talent: “I don’t like Lena Dunham, think she is a slob, painful to look at what she does with herself and how she wants/allows herself to be photographed.” I guess I agree with everything, except that I would delete the second word! I love it!
Is this what my college-age NYC nieces are watching? What is their review? I hope their parents, and frankly any parents, are *not* watching! And of course my husband has no interest since, as he says, “there are no zombies or werewolves.”
Rarely have I met any readers of this blog. Well, I met a few women bloggers who share my interest in Japanese male vanity. And a young American living up in the hills thanked me for posting about the Nichome gay summer festival. But I was completely taken aback when this heavily bearded, pale youth asked me on one of those social apps whether I was the author of the Tokyo Moe blog.
We met up briefly at the end of summer. He arrived in a black ruffled shirt and waxed mustache, and confessed that he was one of the readers who initially thought this blog was written by a woman. I guess the word “husband” confuses even young gays into hegemonic thinking. We shared a sidewalk drink or two, and I was delighted that this simple blog could bring perverts together.
The adorable young Greek in his 20s also told me that he has visited Tokyo 11 times. I hope he comes back soon!
The streets are much sadder when it’s too cold for shorts. The husband disagrees on this with me. He believes no men should ever wear shorts. I agree to disagree.
Even the husband, who’s normally unaffected by yankiis and male vanity, admitted that this tiger-hair beach hipster is very good looking. I wonder what his winter look and habitat is like?