My friend bought a parasol here. She totally rocks it. While it's a very common to walk down the street and see nothing but a sea of pink, lacy frills there is no way I could carry one. I would probably sing some Mary Poppins, do a little tap dance and throw it away.
High heels also haunt the concrete, hospitals and-I am not lying-gyms.
In subway bathrooms there are etiquette buttons. Women push this button and the sound of a toilet flushing comes out of a small speaker. This way, when a woman takes a shit, she doesn't have to mask a fart sound with a wasteful real flush, feet shuffle or violent pull at the toilet paper.
The Korean female teachers at my school look impeccable in their trendy clothes and coiffed hair. Meanwhile I roll in sporting my Tevas or Adidas Indoors; sometimes shaved legs, sometimes not.
Most Korean women and girls do this shy, cute giggle whilst hand over mouth. I was watching Rob and Big today at my school desk and some of the rice I ate at lunch shot out my nose from laughing. Plus, I think I peed a little in my pants.
I was talking with one of my female coteachers a while ago about the convenience of living in a city. She said, "Yes, but you really don't care about how you look because people that live in the country [as opposed to the city] do not have to look good."
Some people are curious why I have never gone to the jinjibang here. A jinjibang is a Korean spa or bath house where everyone sits around jolly and naked. My reason is this: why would I do that when I already feel like Jabba the Hut in a land of Princess Leias.
I don't know why I didn't read this entry sooner, but it absolutely killed me. I'm still laughing.
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