Sunday, March 16, 2014

Sometimes, I Just Can't Take It No More Either


I love Corey Hart!  Who's Corey Hart?  Heck, only the best 1980s era pop sensation to ever come out of Canada (or just about anywhere else, for that matter).  Even way back when, when I was just a young pup, growing up in the 80s, I was positive that most of Hart's work was way, way underrated.  Even and especially a crowd pleasing chart topper like Sunglasses at Night, (http://www.songfacts.com/blog/interviews/corey_hart/Corey), surely his most recognizable hit, had me convinced right from the start that the man was nothing less than an artistic genius.

I've even remained a big fan of Corey Hart over the years since I first became hooked on his music.  Because unlike many of the less substantial pop tunes that came and went in the 80s, I've always found a great many of Hart's songs to not only be thoroughly entertaining, but also highly interesting, as well as more than a little thought provoking.

In particular, Hart's now classic single, "The Boy in the Box," from the album of the same name, has always held a great deal of fascination for me.  The now classic video, originally produced to help market the song, is of course showcased above.  It's naturally featured here on Will's Journey to the East because, whatever character Mr. Hart happens to be portraying, is obviously supposed to either be somewhere in the fabled orient, or is perhaps even in a Chinatown somewhere.  Maybe even in Hart's native Canada, where the video was most likely shot.

Either way, while belting out his carefully worded, perhaps self expressive tune about teenage and twenty something feelings of alienation, we are treated to a series of really rather disturbing images of Hart mixing and mingling with a cast of Asian and mixed Asian or Caucasian faces.  The portrayal of many of the characters in the video might even be considered to be offensive to many Asians by early 21st century standards of political correctness.

But is the depiction of these characters really "racist?"  Hmmm.  Naturally, being a long time Corey Hart fan, I would personally argue that neither the song nor the video are representative of any particularly racist points of view, and are almost certainly a mere reflection of the decidely less racially charged bygone world of the 1980s.  Quite unlike, that is, the often highly racially charged, and socially blackmail laden era that we all (black, white, tan or otherwise) seem to nowadays be forced to endure.

But then, what do I know, right?  I'M A WHITE MAN!  But then... I'm a white man who has long term (six years in total) resided in two different Chinese speaking nations.  Well, one pseudo "nation," Taiwan, is supposed to only be a breakaway province of China.

And you know how those crafty, authoritative Mainland Chinese like to call all the shots.  Yes, sir, Mr. Beijing, sir!  I think what you think!  I say what you say!  Hell, they've even blackmailed us Americans (and most other countries too) into agreeing with their stance on "the Taiwan Question."  But...  oops!  I go too far!  It's THEIR little Asian civil war, after all!  I'm just a spectator.  A tourist, even!

"Get Thai'd!  You're talking to a tourist whose every move is among the purest.  I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine."  Oops!  Wrong 80s pop song.  Those lyrics in fact come from the Murray Head version of One Night in Bangkok."
 
Anyway... once again, who the hell am I? 

Oh!  I'm just a white man.  I'm a white man who's now caught up in yet another Asian civil war.  This time, I'm in Korea, of course.  NOT North Korea, mind you!  I'm just trying desperately to stay chilled down here in the sunny south of the peninsula.  Hell, I'm just here to obverse.  You know, just trying to take the whole grand Korean drama in.  And not be overly judgmental in the process, of course.  Or... anything... like... that. 

And, GOD FORBID that I should ever come off as being "racist!"  What an ugly word to constantly be throwing around!  It's... it's... so horrible!  To think that any group of human beings could possibly be so... so... terribly judgmental and so shamelessly seek to label other groups of their fellow men and women like that!

So, can it be?  Can Corey Hart's classic video depicting characters of Asian (and also Caucasian) origin be... be... "racist?" God forbid, no! 

Well, I do know that even though the video doesn't specifically tell us (with a caption or otherwise) just exactly what part of Asia (or even a Chinatown somewhere) that the imagery is supposed to take place in, that I personally have in fact had very similar experiences to what Mr. Hart is depicted as having to endure in the video.  SERIOUSLY! 

You see, here's the thing:  Most people (white, male or otherwise) simply can't walk ANYWHERE in most parts of western Shanghai, China without being FOLLOWED (as in STALKED) by clawing, grasping, covetous, really quite rude locals, who get up in your face when you're just waiting for the green man to let you know you can finally cross the street and escape the more or less begging Chinese hordes. 

Because those nasty Chinese street sellers know you're from a country where people actually follow rules.  They know you're going to stand there until the stoplight says you can finally get the hell away!  So they follow and harass you, often getting uncomfortably close, shouting in your face at the top of their lungs, about their counterfeit hand bags and other crap they DEMAND that you buy. 

Wanna fight back?  Sure!  Go ahead, there's always a group of Chinese lurking somewhere nearby, who are more than willing, just waiting really, to beat the hell out of an uppity, lone, defenseless looking white boy.  Or "bad foreigner," as the case may in fact be. 

In fact, in my experience in Shanghai, China, in particular, there were literally hundreds of thousands of leering, sneering toothy grinning people just up in my face every time I tried to go just about anywhere.  Rude?  That simple little four letter word hardly even begins to cover the depth of the depravity of the phenomenon, I'm afraid. 

But the vast majority of people in Mainland China are just so poor and needy, right?  Well, I guess, but you just KNOW instinctively in many situations, that those are NOT in fact kind smiles that your unabashed stalkers are brandishing. That is in fact the look of a hungry, passive aggressive predator.  

And just exactly why do so many people in Asia really HAVE to get all up in your personal space like that? Quite simply, because most people in Asia ('cause it has everything to do with their upbringing and overcrowded environment, and NOTHING at all to do with so-called "race"), quite simply don't even have a clue what they're doing to piss most foreigners off.  Or don't they?  Is CULTure then, really ever a good excuse to violate any individuals' personal space and other rights? 

Even worse, many Asians in Asia don't even seem to have a clue that excessive interaction in the form of standing too close, shout talking, unwanted touching and the like, is also something that pisses people in their own country off!   I think, innately, deep down, however, they do in fact know that.  Well, the smarter ones among them know it, at any rate. 

It is simply that, given the fact that most Asians have only ever known the personal freedom and identity robbing excessive stress that comes with overpopulation in pretty much any country or region, they simply never get the chance to even so much as think very deeply on the subject.  And let's be honest.  Many people have also quite rightly pointed out that people from other highly populated places, such as Mexico, for example, often seem to unconsciously behave in a somewhat similar fashion. 

But what about that awful scene in the video, where Corey Hart tries to get himself a simple shave and a haircut? Well, in my own personal experience in Shanghai, China, whenever I'd attempt to sit down in a beauty shop chair, something horrifically similar would often happen.  On this one particular day, in fact, I really just wanted to get my hair cut.  And I pretty much knew what some of the all too numerous Chinese hucksters were going to try to do to "rich" foreign whitey if I dared to walk into this one particular establishment all by myself.  But hey, I just wanted to get my damn hair trimmed. 

So I sat down in the chair, and told the attendants in good, clear Mandarin Chinese, that that's all I wanted.  I just wanted a trim.  But they didn't listen.  Oh, they heard and fully understood exactly what I was saying, but that wasn't what they in fact wanted. So the staff in that particular shop went into overdrive, whipping out several picture books to show me, "latest style in South Korea."  Because that would obviously make more for their "rice bowl" if they could HOUND me into paying them more for a simple haircut. 

Okay!  I must in fact confess that I simply cannot stand most young male Korean hairstyles!  Or... like virtually the ONLY one.  To me, most young Korean men look so silly and yes, even GIRLY.  Which is fine, I guess.  If you're into that sort of thing.  At any rate, I've had hairstylists try to give me cuts like that here in Korea, in fact.

First, they give you the old mop top hairdo, and then they try to comb it down into your face like the way all the excessively feminine looking Korean idols wear their hair nowadays.  What can ya say, right?  Fashion, right?  But Will don't play that game.  Like, as in... never.

And seriously, folks.  This is a Korean MALE?  Yikes!  If he's gay, no problem, but maybe he's just plain creepy.
So, that day in Shanghai, a full year before I eventually ended up teaching English in South Korea, I simply got sick and tired of arguing with the cloying, manipulative hairdressers in that particular shop, and I simply got up and walked out.  Thus, I did not, in fact, get a decent haircut until months later, when I finally got back to the good old USA and could make it to a local Cost Cutters. 

But let's get back that 80s era Corey Hart video, shall we?  You know, the one that could be misconstrued as "racist?"  Or even mildly racially insensitive, at the very least.

Nope, sorry.  NO, I simply could not support that point of view in any way, shape or form. Yes, the leering, sneering Asian characters who are all up in Corey Hart's face in the video do seem passively aggressively intimidating, but I honestly can say beyond the shadow of a proverbial doubt that I have in fact encountered very similar behavior in pretty much every Asian country I've ever lived and worked in for any appreciable length of time.  In fact, I've even encountered that kind of behavior in the Asian countries where I've only briefly visited, as well. 

But then there was Japan.  Japan is the only place, in fact, that I've visited in Asia that I didn't see the kind of chaos, dirt, disorder and in your face passive aggression that is yes, admittedly, somewhat over-exaggerated in the video.  In Japan however, I encountered a somewhat different kind of passive aggression.  In Japan, I personally encountered a string of people one day who simply would not give me a straight answer when I asked them about where I could mail a letter. 

The impression I got in Japan, of course, was not that they didn't understand my humble attempt at Japanese, but rather that they thought that I was yet another impossibly rude "gaijin," for perhaps even having the balls to ask them a simple question!  How rude of little old whitey!  Asking for directions in a foreign country?  How dare I?  I mean, you come to Japan, the land of the almighty rising sun, and dare to interrupt our obviously superior, self absorbed selves?  Get outta town, foreigner!

Well, that's definitely the attitude I got from one Japanese guy in particular.  The last person I asked for directions to the post office, in fact.  It turned out, that he probably didn't even work in the building where I asked the question of him.  Yet, perhaps even more telling, the postal facility in that particular building was just down the hall from where I asked this guy, just behind some none too obvious double doors.  So, benefit of the doubt, right?  Sure!

So, when I did finally find the post office hidden in that building, I went back up to this rude man ('cause yeah, even as a "stupid foreign," I get to have an opinion on the matter too) and told him where the post office in fact was in that particular building.  You know, in case somebody else should happen to ask.

He was none too interested though.  Nor did he seem all that tolerant of my second attempt to simply engage him in a manner that would almost certainly be considered to be polite in almost any truly modern country on Earth.  Well, in all the countries that aren't just pretending to be "modern," that is.

But then, the Japanese are famous for not really being "Asian."  "Japan is in Asian," I've often been told personally by many Japanese, "but we are not Asians.  We are Japanese."  Okay....  But then, that's another story, for yet another blog entry, I suppose.



Saturday, March 8, 2014

Ode to All the Budding... No, Blugging Blogger Writer People Out There, Where-ever You May Happen to Be, in Your Ultimate Quest for Eventual Holy Grail Authorsome Supremacy in the Promised Land of Literary Kingdom Come!

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Just look at that picture!  You know!  The one of that glass of commercially crafted literary referencing wisdom, I mean!  The one right above this verbose verbiage, silly!  It says an awful lot, me thinks.

But, since I don't partake in libations at all, hopefully, one day (and I'm crossing my ever typing fingers here), I can maybe wish upon a star and somehow get on an authorsome glass just like that one, one fine day.

Of course, even then, my name will probably just appear in little, tiny (as in really, really MINISCULE), and I mean fine, fine, and I mean FINE print.  Like, way, way below even Henry David Thoreau.  Maybe even on the bottom of the glass, where even all the budding Hemingways will have to strain and wince to see me in their inebriated bliss!

Nah!  Who am I kidding?  I currently just blog (as in BUG - or is that blug?) the hell out of the mostly blissfully ignoring Internet denizens of the world, who are apparently smart enough to prefer genuine porn over my meager literary offerings.


Go figure!  I mean, what's up with that anyway?  And me?  Join ANY good old boy network of shamelessly inebriated good fellows who commiserate in drunken harmony, just waiting for the next great literary inspiration to hit them in the old noggin?  GET OUTTA TOWN!  I guess I just haven't graduated to the big leagues of genuinely alcoholically fueled creativity just yet.

But hey, I did coin a new English word today!  "Blug!"  Yeah, that's right, people!  I have an Internet Blug.  Yep, I'm SOMEBODY now!  Yes, siree.  I constantly attempt (in vain or otherwise) to BLUG the hell out of everybody on the Internet with my constant BLUGGING!  You might even say I'm just a real BLUGGER!  So now, I guess people have to say to me, "Way to go, blugger!"  Or even, "Oh yeah?  Well, BLUG YOU, man! I write SHIT too, Mr. blugging buddy boy!"


Okay.  Make fun of little old me.  Sure.  Go right ahead.  But, uh... see, I have a keyboard!  AND... I know how to use it!  The uh... the mouse is... well, that's just for Internet porn.  Everybody knows that, silly!

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But seriously, folks.  I have to generously thank one of my biggest inspirations in the whole wide writing world for originally sharing this particular post with me; the one and only Mr. Alan Wynzel.  His first autobiographical novel, When I Was German, was, for me, a really fantastic and extremely absorbing read.  Seriously, I LOVE that book!  Check it out on Amazon.com, if you've a mind to.  And hey, no excuses!  It's only $2.99!  Well, it was when I originally posted this particular blug entry!

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Okay, okay!  My OTHER favorite published writer people out there... somewhere in 'we used to know one another as former classmates in bygone days land,' are D. Aaron Smith and Sasha Vivelo.  Mr. Smith's just got one published book under his literary belt (thus far), but Sasha!  Sasha has had several (and counting) published.  Both of them are totally awesome, so I'd be totally remiss if I left them out in this here humble blug o' mine.  Ah.... Now I feel so much better.

So, from now on, folks, I'm gonna let this little blug (aka blog) o' mine shine!  I'm gonna let it shine! This little blug (aka blog) o' mine, I'm gonna let it shine! Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine


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And, really seriously, all of this REALLY means that YOU do YOUR thing and I do MY thing, see?  Mutual respect and EGALITARIANISM, see!  Not this constant needy need for devotional worship that every new generation seems to unhealthily learn from... oh, I don't know... neglectful mom and dad, maybe?  From Catholicism?  Or rather, ORGANIZED RELIGION IN GENERAL, maybe?

But uh, sorry, turning to intoxicating chemicals, the hungry, never ending quest for fame, fortune and yes, eventual LACK OF PRIVACY bestowing NOTORIETY simply won't really improve any of our lives, or genuinely help us to be truly happy.

Or even turning to angry ANTI-religion, or political supremacy, or whatever makes a person genuinely think they can someday stand above everyone else on their own little mountain of personal, self seeking, self devotional theism!

I'm sorry to tell everybody this, but real life on Mother Earth just doesn't work that way.  Seek true equality in this life, while you still can.  Before your days finally are done.   Or you will never find true kingship among your fellows.  And that, I truly can promise you.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Another Day, Another "Korean Death Stare"


So there I was, waiting in the car for my wife to come back from buying gimbap (Korean sushi).  I happened to glance up from my reading and noticed this provocative poster on an air conditioning unit - or whatever that ugly contraption happened to be.  Then, quite naturally, I noticed the usual, unkempt, untidy mess around the poster, which is something you tend to see pretty much everywhere in Asia (though South Korea is cleaner in general than the Chinese speaking countries I've lived in).

I guess the nasty bits of duct tape that Koreans love to use to litter the landscape with, to hang posters, flyers and what have you, really caught my eye - perhaps more than the gratuitous "boob shot" poster itself.  Then, before I could even properly frame the image, I noticed that a woman inside the beef whatever shop next door to where I shot this was giving me the proverbial "Korean Death Stare."

Naturally, I stared back, but only briefly, because I get tired of the childish way that many Koreans often communicate their impulsive fears and anxieties with aggressive, penetrating dirty looks - that they seem to be so incredibly proud of, CULTurally speaking. And why exactly is that anyway?  Like Koreans INVENTED dirty looks?  Whatever!

No, sadly, most Koreans simply do not seem to be very good at expressing their emotions in a healthy way, unless they are being overtly aggressive and needlessly confrontational.  Which is something that seems to be deemed necessary quite often in Korea.  Which really is different from the way most people in Taiwan and China tend to be, I might add.  In my own personal experience, most people in Chinese climes are usually just passive aggressive as hell.  Many, many (but certainly not all) Koreans, however... well, that's another story entirely.

"Pighting!" is a popular catch phrase in South Korea, but of course, they really mean to say, "Fighting!"  Those darned hard to pronounce English consonants!   At any rate, within literally seconds of my trying to frame the photo, the woman in the beef store had apparently urged some tall, typically cowed looking guy with glasses (who was probably her husband) to start pacing around inside their store, in direct sight of where I was waiting for my wife.

Well, believe it or not, and as any rational person might easily enough conclude, I didn't come here just to piss off all the nervous Koreans!  So I got back in the car and just tried not to let their fearful overreaction (that I see here all too often) get to me.  What can ya say?  KOREA!  It can really be a stressful place to live sometimes.

Unless you keep your head in the sand while living in Korea, the way most short time expats here do. When they're not getting drunk together, that is.  Getting drunk and/or teaching kids at the cram schools, unfortunately, seems to be what most twenty something foreign English teachers in Asia do most of the time.

But that's another story for another blog entry.

In any case, I then thought about it and decided to take another shot of the provocative poster amid the untidy tape scarred mess from a different angle.  After all, the beef store people don't own the public street corner where the poster was hanging, right?   But then, sure enough... the guy comes out and starts pacing in front of his store.  And all because I was taking this dumb little photo!  And I didn't get a single shot of the beef store, for crying out loud!

So what really was the big deal, anyway?

Don't think the woman giving me the Korean Death Stare or the man coming out was a reaction to me brandishing my camera to photograph something of interest on a public street corner?  Well, you weren't there, then.  And you probably don't know Korea the way I do.

In fact, in total, including my native country, I've lived long term in 4 different major countries (3 in Asia), and have visited a number of other Asian destinations over the years, and NOWHERE else have I gotten the kind of aggressive, knee jerk, fearful and even needlessly belligerent reactions to the simple use of a camera than I have in South Korea!  Go figure.  But then, Korean CULTure often seems to be especially uptight.  Defensive, even.

Below is another view of the scene.  Though, I must again reiterate that I still haven't a clue as to why those folks were so nervous!  Oh... wait.  The "beauty salon" thing hanging up there is usually indicative of some sort of prostitution in Asia.  Not always, but quite often, when you see that kind of a rotating sign, like the one pictured below in the upper left of the photo, it often means that... uh... certain services are offered.

Personally, I've never gone into any such establishments in Asia, but a nice former Christian missionary in Taiwan took me for a long walk around Taipei one night, and painstakingly pointed out all the hidden brothels masquerading as "barber shops."  How this "religious" expat guy knew where all the clandestine brothels in his district in Taipei were, I really do not know.  And I'm not even sure I want to think too much about it, in fact.

Okay.  Whatever!  Carry on, carrying on, folks!  Believe it or not, once again, I really did not come here to piss anybody off.  Especially not any hot headed Koreans who seem to have something to hide.  I'm just another "poor wayfaring stranger, traveling through this world of woe."  Or rather, I just came to teach "Englishee."


The song, "Wayfaring Stranger" pretty much says it all for me these days, trying to live and work here in South Korea.  Because this sure doesn't seem to be my home.  And boy I wish I had one to go back to.