Life isnt always fair.When God dealt a hand He obviously didnt mean it to be equal.
Even at the height of a nasty Tokyo summer - when sidewalks sizzle and you are ready to plonk into the next watering hole with the indignity of a panting Retriever, looking like a charred eggplant - there is a species that still looks fresh as dew, not a clogged pore, fashion basics in place , all the above plus emitting 1000 W radiant beauty.And that is the Japanese woman.
Yes sistahs, this ethereal creature exists, in abundance, not in my husbands fantasy but in downtown Tokyo. The injustice of it all. So this creature commits no fashion faux pas, has not a single bad hair, skin or toenail day and is perfection itself in the beauty department. She walks in and out of Vogue and Vanity Fair and spills onto Tokyo's sidewalks - all of her poised, well shaped self plus 6 inches(heels).
Her favourite accesories could at times be a well coiffured poodle with pink strawberry clips, sitting (the poodle) in an elegant bag slung around an elegant arm. A powder blue convertible. An optional hunk at the wheel. And to complete the pile of injustices : all the above sometimes.
She rustles past you in a taffeta skirt , her clicking stilletos providing the beat to the catwalk.Oh so subtle pink foundation accentuating her ah so translucent cheek bones.A chignon never looked better. She could be sitting pretty in a cafe silently upping the 'beauty' quotient of the already laden atmosphere . Or she could be giggling with her beautiful friends, probably laughing at all the broken 'gaijin' (foreigner) hearts they left behind..stupid men.
Oh how I hate the species.
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I saw a side of the species that is even more hateful. Bed next to mine in hospital, lady had her second kid, same as me.
2 months later i see her again, wearing size 22 jeans.
Seppuku makes perfect sense at times like those
This morning I saw an even more hateful facet. Imagine sports day at kindergarten. The day is so warm, the average Indian would measure it in buckets of sweat. I sweat, my shirt is plastered with sweat, my hair lost any semblance of style, the committee I'm in is called for something, and there are three fashion plates with their lipstick still fresh in place, and saying 'atsui ne' like they mean, 'isn't the ac turned on too cool?'
Bring on that katana...
Vidya - infact there ought to be pest control.'Atsui', my foot!
It must be all that raw fish and thin broth they consume.
Yes - Fish is the secret :-)
Jai Cod Liver Oil ! - Here is come ....
How long can i keep reading about Jap women, write something about th emen too...keep them coming..dont leave such long gaps :-)
Smitha - its called 'Writers Block'!! Ahem. Anyway here I go with another random thought....
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