https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dI22SybuS7M
Hello, Renan.
If you’re a girl and you want to visit Tokyo—or you’re in Tokyo, or honestly anywhere in Japan—beware of the nampa, okay? I am so sick and tired of the nampa in Japan. They don’t quit.
nampa:
In Japan, “nampa” (ナンパ) refers to the common practice of approaching and trying to pick up someone of the opposite sex in a public place, typically by men approaching women. It’s a significant part of Japanese dating culture and street social dynamics.
So, based off my personal experience living in Japan for about a year—I’ve only been to Tokyo twice. Technically, just two times. And the nampa is absurd. Okay. And I’m not even exaggerating when I tell you: if you walk around Shinjuku or Shibuya, they’re going to come left and right towards you.
: in a very quick and uncontrolled way
She has been spending money left and right.
: in all directions
He was calling out names left and right.
The police were stopping cars left and right.
It’s always the same. Why do they always wear the same fit? Actually, when they approach you, they always hit you with the:
“Yo, wait—you’re like so my type. You’re so my type.”
Or they’d go:
“Hey, hey, are you free? You free? You want to go to an izakaya or something, girl?”
Isekai (異世界) is a Japanese term meaning “different world”. It is a popular subgenre of anime, manga, and light novels focused on an ordinary person who gets transported, trapped, or reincarnated into a parallel universe, fantasy realm, or virtual world.
Okay. Nothing really happened when I went to Tokyo last week, but—I went to Tokyo during Golden Week and I went to visit my dad, because my dad just happened to be in Japan as well. So I went to visit my dad, and unfortunately his hotel was the—what is it called?—the Godzilla one. My dad’s hotel. He happened to stay at the Godzilla hotel that was provided for his—I don’t know, the company already provided the hotel for him. So he just happened to be in Kabukichō.
Like, on the way there—I’m so serious—they were literally following me. It’s so bad. Like, they don’t ever quit. Even if you ignore them, they would still follow you for like a good 30 seconds before they actually leave.
And dude, I was just trying to get to my dad, man. And my last straw was when—around the end of my trip—I was trying to cross a street. I don’t know if it was in Shinjuku or Shibuya, but I got approached by nampa again. I was literally trying to ignore his existence, but he just wouldn’t be quiet. He kept trying to get my attention. And what actually ended up happening was—he touched me. He tapped my shoulder.
Okay, that’s where I draw the line. I’m not letting that happen. So then I proceeded to push him—like, physically push him. And I guess that pissed him off really bad, because when I was crossing—it turned green—after I pushed him, I don’t know where he went, but he walked somewhere, and then he did a 180, came back towards me, and he called me a—what is it? Kuso? He called me kuso. That basically translates to like a—well, you know.
And at that point I was really pissed off and irritated, so I talked back and I told him to die in Minecraft. I don’t know if YouTube’s going to take this down.
Okay, try to talk to me all you want, but physically touching my shoulder is not okay. Okay. You guys get it.
It’s seriously such a bad idea to stay alone—to be alone—in Tokyo. Because like, I was actually waiting for my friend and she was running late, and I was just sitting near Starbucks—just sitting on the sidewalk area. A salaryman—a freaking salaryman—came up to me and was just like, “Excuse me, excuse me.” Ignored, yet again. And then he walked away. Thankfully, he didn’t push it.
And another time, I was in Shinjuku Station—I don’t know, Shinjuku Station is kind of confusing, there’s like so many lines there—but I was checking the map and I stood still for two seconds. Another weird-ass old guy came up to me and he was just like:
“Hey, are you lost? Are you lost? Like, um, there’s a bus station over there if you want to go together. How old are you? Jobs? Guys? Jobs?”
I’m so sick and tired of them.
Oh, wait—also, off-topic: why do they all dress the same? Like, I’ve been noticing a pattern. Their hairstyle is always—they always have a middle part in their hair. And they would wear a black mask if they want to kind of hide their identity. They’d also wear a black t-shirt or a hoodie—specifically a black hoodie, maybe Uniqlo—and then cargo pants, and Vans, sneakers, or like chunky shoes.
And it’s the same thing over and over again. Also, they don’t carry anything on them. They never carry anything. They just kind of stand around. So, like—hello—like somebody just copied and pasted them.
Honestly, they give off that one meme from Inside Out—Riley’s boyfriend. Sorry, I’m like laughing at myself in my room at night.
Well, actually, I’ve noticed that some of them don’t even—they just want to go on a date ‘cause they’re just lonely. But there was a time where I got thirsty and one of them just bought me a juice, and I just went home. They did not give a damn, honestly. Like, I just got a juice from the convenience store and I just went home.
Also, I got approached a few times in Osaka as well.
It’s not safe. Make sure you’re with somebody, because—I kid you not—it’s not funny.
What rabbit hole did I just uncover? :O
rabbit hole
c: a complexly bizarre or difficult state or situation conceived of as a hole into which one falls or descends
I wanted to show this woman descending into the rabbit hole: this loss of self, becoming a servant to her job and to the work.
—Jessica Chastain
especially : one in which the pursuit of something (such as an answer or solution) leads to other questions, problems, or pursuits
… I went around telling all my friends about the samurai colony that once existed in Northern California. No one had ever heard of it. And, up until a few days before, deep down another internet rabbit hole, neither had I.
—Katie Dowd
Because it is so early on in this work it is easy to say that we are either at the edge of a remarkable new and useful science or that we are careering down an environmental rabbit hole.
—Jack Hitt
In the season-two premiere of HBO’s Westworld, viewers were again tossed down a rabbit hole filled with theories, where one open door leads to many more closed ones.
—Josh Wigler and Zoe Haylock