Posts Tagged ‘Weeaboo Wednesday’

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Weeaboo Wednesday: the Haruhi Dance!!!

November 11, 2009

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I know it’s been literally an entire semester since I’ve posted a Weeaboo Wednesday, but look, I actually don’t know that much about Japan. I guess I could have kept reviewing weird hentai that I “accidentally” came upon, but I am pretty tired of getting hits from search terms like “world of warcraft tentacle” and “kkids fucking”.

In any case, I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHARE WITH YOU, SOMETHING ABOUT ANIMES!! CLICK HERE FOR JAPAN BOINIC BOOBS SKUNK FU HENTAI TENTICLE

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Weeaboo Wednesday: I’m Sick

September 9, 2009

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So I’ve been stricken with some kind of horrible and life consuming strain of flu. While my initial plan was to sit around and feel sorry for myself, I had a realization: this was a golden opportunity to try some of the ways the people of Japan deal with their colds, flu, and other horrors. I did some research (and tapped into my own tremendous store of Japanese knowledge) and went to work on healing myself. One of the maxims of eastern medicine being that the bitterer the better, I knew I was in for a taxing experience.

Robotic cats are symbols of good health in traditional Japanese culture

Robotic cats are symbols of good health in traditional Japanese culture

Hit the jump for my quest for a cure!

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Weeaboo Wednesday: The JRPG; Disc 3: Final Battles, Villains, and the Long Goodbye

August 5, 2009

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This is the third and final part of Weeaboo Wednesday’s examination of the JRPG. You can find parts one and two here.

Over the last few weeks, you’ve come to learn what to expect from the story and characters that you’ll find when you take your first steps into a Japanese role-playing game. You know now that it doesn’t matter whether or not you care what’s going on, or if the characters are likable—you’re just along for the ride. And now, you’re at the end. You’ve spent 30 hours getting through the story, another 40 hours forcing birds to fuck, and another 63 hours leveling your characters so you can actually finish the damn game. Now all that remains is to take on the effeminate villain who awaits on the other side of a vast expanse of pain and suffering that we experts call the final dungeon. So come with me on this last leg of our journey so we can put an end to this once and for all!

LET’S END THIS!

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Weeaboo Wednesday: What Your Anime Says About You

June 24, 2009

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Sarah’s fascinating post last week inspired me to further investigate the nuances of other media from the glorious East. This time, however, I’ll be investigating the more personal connection that lays between anime and its consumers. More specifically, what we can learn about a person’s personality from what kind of anime they enjoy. While some of you might immediately dismiss this idea as silly, cliche, and more suitable for a MySpace quiz, I can’t help but remind you that it’s totally tsundere of you to point that out (and if you get that without clicking the link, you simply cannot judge me). Now then, without further ado let’s move on to the main attraction:

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Weeaboo Wednesday: What the Manga of a Country Says About it; or, I make crude generalizations about subtle cultures deserving of respect; hopefully people will get really angry and drive more traffic to this site

June 18, 2009

i know it's thursday. but i was writing for like three hours and then wordpress destroyed my post. i do not fucking joke.

It is, of course, totally wrong for me to talk about a country’s manga, since only one country can claim to have manga, and that country would be Glorious Nippon. Comics in that style written and distributed in China are called manhua; in Korea, they are known as manhwa.

Today’s column will feature sweeping and poorly justified generalizations based on the offensively unscientific sample of the manhwa section of onemanga.com.

It may strike some of you as strange that this post focuses on Korea, especially in light of the fact that word weeaboo (as used here) stems from a forum filter on the portmanteau “wapanese”. On the internet, “weeaboo” is a pejorative term to describe a white person who think they’re Japanese– people who post wanted ads on Craigslist for kawaii pinku bento boxes, own wall scrolls, or push their glasses up the bridge of their noses while going, “Ummmm actually it’s pronounced ‘mahn-ga’.” The reason why I am going beyond the jurisdiction of this column as its title would suggest is that while Kyle is definitely a weeaboo (white, thinks he’s Japanese, owns wall scrolls), I am not (Korean, thinks she’s white, does not own wall scrolls).

Kyle Smith, Comic-Con 2009

Kyle Smith, Comic-Con 2009

I do know a decent amount about shoujo anime and manga, but does this make me a weeaboo? No, this just makes me really susceptible to lame shit. Just like I own over twenty Star Wars novels, just like I spent finals week two semesters ago watching hundreds of hours of The West Wing, just like that time last winter break when I spontaneously spent an entire night watching Hugh Grant movies back to back, just like that time the winter break before that when I watched the full 16 hours of the acclaimed BBC drama Life on Mars in a span of 48 hours while writing a final paper. When I get on a roll, I really get on a roll. It just happens that I’ve been on a roll with anime and manga for about three years.

oh man is that the new chapter of Princess Resurrection?

oh man is that the new chapter of Princess Resurrection?

So why not write a post about Japanese shoujo manga? Well, it’s a much much larger field than shoujo manhwa. (Or at least, the number of shoujo manga I’ve read exceeds the number of sunjeong manhwa I’ve read by an exponential amount). It would require me to sit down, think really hard, and then do a lot of intense categorization. On the other hand, I could just spout a poorly advised opinion that reflects embarrassingly on my hopelessly broken relationship with my parents, whose calls I have been ignoring for the past four days because they keep calling while I’m playing World of Warcraft.

But anyways.

Manhwa.

From left to right: Red Lion, Hot Blooded Woman, H2O, Goong, Cutie Boy, It's Love

From left to right: Red Lion, Hot Blooded Woman, H2O, Goong, Cutie Boy, It's Love

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Weeaboo Wednesday: Love Hotels

June 10, 2009

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Generally we view Japan as a society of polite, and reserved people. Over the last few weeks, Sarah has shown us just how untrue that is. The truth is that Japan is host to a profound separation between public and private spheres (in-groups and out-groups). That separation produces some pretty hilarious results for us gaijin to laugh at. While that certainly doesn’t explain all of the weird things to come out that country, it certainly helps us understand the phenomenon that we’ll be examining today: the love hotel.

Love hotels are exactly what you think they are: motels that serve the modern, on-the-go couple looking for a quickie. They generally feature hourly rates, entertainment like karaoke and video games, and a comfy place to bone at will. Some of the places even have really nice websites. So yeah, today we’re talking about these strange little places called love hotels. Hit the jump for a journey into strangeness.

Here we go! Off on another Weeaboo Wednesday

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Weeaboo Wednesday: Lust Train, Pt. 3 – the Finale

June 3, 2009

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During the last section of Philosophy 12A (Introduction to Logic), my GSI wrapped up his explanation of the deduction as he usually did– meeting the blank stares and tortured sighs of a classroom full of clueless freshmen and lazy seniors with a skillful but unsuccessful attempt to draw out anything like interest, or even a useful question. With a good twenty minutes left in the hour, he simply gave up and opened the floor to questions– any questions of any sort. Hands immediately shot up. “Does this deduction system carry over anywhere else?” “Where does this come into play in philosophy?” “Would we find this kind of abstract logic outside of the university?” One after another, students asked several variations on what was pretty much the same question:

“Why did I take this class again?”

The Squelch has a word for this curious admixture of exhaustion and bewilderment: Magician Basketball. In the immortal words of our old editor-in-chief, who at the time was finishing up his PEIS senior thesis on the fascinating topic of third world agriculture:

(pauses, looks around at circle of gathered players, sighs) Man, why did I ever decide to coach magician basketball?

We all get moments like that. Some of us feel it because we just spent an entire week of all-nighters writing about some Brazilians you’ve never met, whose language you don’t speak, and whose struggle is growing ever less important than your physical and mental health; others because we just stumbled through an entire semester of incomprehensibly abstract symbology that isn’t necessary (and certainly not sufficient) to understand even someone as obscure as Saul Kripke. And then sometimes you find yourself writing the third part of a series of columns on a really weird hentai video you discovered. We’ve all been there.

This last post contains the shortest temporal part of the video, but by far covers the most material. But as exhausted as I am, I find it difficult to provide a commentary… in any case, Lust Train speaks for itself.

NSFW screencaps past the fold