The White Peril 白禍

30 September 2005

So don't mind if I fall apart / There's more room in a broken heart
Hi, I'm Nora Ephron. I have this thing where I conceive of every relationship with a man--even a politician--in terms of romantic betrayal, you know? I had this awful ex...well, we won't go into it, but he really affected me.

Sometimes people say that it's kind of pathetic for me to pitch myself as a symbol of female strength when the women in all my romantic comedy and romantic drama and romantic comedy-drama screenplays are kind of drippy and mopey and hung-up and stuff about men.

But I say, would Meryl Streep and Jack Nicholson star in "pathetic"? Would "pathetic" have made an inescapable icon out of Meg Ryan? Okay, then. Let's not be having any more of this "pathetic" stuff, or I'll unleash some of my acclaimed snappy wit on you. It'll sting, believe me.

Why didn't Bill love me? Sorry to change the subject so abruptly, but I mean, I was there for him all the time. So were the other feminists. So were the gays. Sometimes we were all there for Bill at the same chic dinner parties. I just don't understand. I don't know why I wasn't enough.

Please, someone stop me before I have a few too many glasses of Sauvignon Blanc and call him up and say something foolish.

Oh, and war is bad.

Goodbye.
Posted by Sean on 2005-09-30 05:36:37 | 0 Comments | 0 Trackbacks >>>>>>> Categories: aesthetics
There's a dark secret in me
Ghost of a Flea reports that Alice Cooper knows a good diva when he hears one. That's so sweet.
Posted by Sean on 2005-09-30 02:48:09 | 0 Comments | 0 Trackbacks >>>>>>> Categories: aesthetics, gay

25 September 2005

Let me cover you with velvet kisses
A friend at the office sent me this WaPo article, the latest installment in the seemingly interminable series in which the Western media treat the funkiest aspects of Japanese culture as if they were poised to become the mainstream by next April. I'm not so sure about the general conclusions that are implied, and I also have to wonder about some of the specifics. It's possible that the reporter, Anthony Faiola, has a lot of experience in Japan, but he doesn't sound that way. I was especially puzzled by this sequence:

On busy Tokyo subways these days, it is not unusual to see men fishing for packs of Virginia Slims cigarettes in European-style male purses. They have many models to choose from at Isetan Men's — the successful 10-story department store in chic west Tokyo that opened two years ago and is now the cathedral of masculine vanity.

The store sells more than 100 types of male purses, including jade-colored alligator clutches and rhinestone-encrusted knapsacks, along with hats with peacock feathers, pink leather card holders and thousands of pieces of exotic designer clothes. Sales have outpaced Isetan's other major Tokyo stores, where the emphasis is on women's apparel, according to company officials.


"On busy Tokyo subways these days"? When I first arrived a decade ago, one of my first questions was, "What is up with all the guys' carrying tote bags and little clutches?" The answer, according to every Japanese person I know, is that those shapes simply don't read as any more femmy than briefcases or backpacks. Plenty of regular, un-fashion-conscious guys with wedding rings carry such bags. The rich ones get them at Vuitton or Coach (or their wives pick them out on their behalf), but they're usually in un-showy neutral colors. With respect to clothes rather than accessories, by contrast, men wear pastels and jewel tones more readily here than they do in the US--you frequently see construction workers swaggering around in lavender or seafoam-green rubber trousers. But that's also a long-standing element in the culture and doesn't signify any new development.

Furthermore, Isetan Men's does have a wide variety of outlandishly colored and over-decorated accessories. They're prominently showcased, which makes every department look as if it catered exclusively to fops, but as someone who shops there, I can tell you that most other guys seem to do what I do: wade through to find the more ordinary stuff. What's great about Isetan Men's is that you have almost ten floors devoted to nothing but men's clothing at your disposal. Like many other high-end stores in Japan, Isetan stocks modestly-priced items along with the sticker-shock brands, so people of a relatively wide range of incomes can shop there. If you want a new jacket, you can look at Brooks Brothers and Ermenegildo Zegna and Theory and Burberrys and a few house labels to be sure you're getting what most pleases you, and you don't have to run all over the place. There's no other store like that for men in Tokyo; there are plenty of stores that cater mostly to women. Therefore, it seems to me that the success of Isetan Men's says at least as much about its lack of competition--its acute exploitation of a niche market that had been hiding in plain sight all along--as it does about men's increased dandyism. (Note also that Atsushi and I frequently see a healthy proportion of guys who have clearly been dragged there by their wives or girlfriends, same as in any other men's department the world over.)

Oh, one last thing: Isetan Men's is literally two blocks from Shinjuku 2-chome, the biggest gay district in the city. It's not at all uncommon for guys to do some shopping before the store closes at 8:00, meet friends for dinner, and then go out for a drink afterward. I've done it myself more times than I can count. Do we have a noticeable effect on the store's total revenue? I don't know. Could we help to explain why it makes business sense to keep pink ostrich-print wallets with marabou-feather trim in stock? It seems to me we could. "Some gay guys like outlandishly attention-getting clothes" is hardly the stuff of news stories, though.

The reason I'm going on about this is that it all makes me wonder whether Faiola can be trusted to read cultural signals competently. The underlying issue he's talking about is certainly real and important: post-War Japan barricaded women in their apartments with the kids and shoved men into the office for twelve-hour days. Now that the national goal of prosperity and respect on the world stage has been achieved, it's natural for people to want to use the resulting wealth to the end of arranging their lives more to their personal liking. The quotation from Negami Kishi lamenting the feminization of Japanese men is used without putting it in this rather obvious context. Of course, when women get a little breathing room, they're going to covet the jobs that have always been available to men; men, in turn, don't want to have to wall themselves off emotionally from everyone including their own children. Since the Japanese have not been socialized to be resilient and resourceful in applying their individual talents and know-how to new situations, the transition has been rocky.

Still, that doesn't mean that the popularity of men's cosmetic surgery and of flamboyantly gay entertainers such as Shogo Kariyazaki means what Faiola seems to think it means. It's worth bearing in mind that Kariyazaki is safely stereotypable: a gay guy with fussy clothes who arranges flowers. His straight male fans don't appear to be imitating his personal style, after all.

And on the subject of cosmetic procedures: hairiness is considered rough and somewhat vulgar by many Japanese. (Sorry, Kyushu and Okinawa boys--I'm just describing other people's opinions here.) As the cost and inconvenience of cosmetic procedures drops, men are getting more of them, as you'd expect. It's not surprising that as advances are made in depilation, specifically, Japanese men are taking advantage of them the way Americans have taken to, say, tooth whitening.

About that whole Koizumi-dancing-with-Richard-Gere thing, I have no comment. I will say that I was shocked that Faiola mentioned Gere and then discussed Dandy House several paragraphs later without mentioning the obvious connection: Gere is featured in the company's latest ad campaign, the billboards for which are INESCAPABLE in Tokyo lately.

Added at 20:55: Okay, I changed the first paragraph to make it a bit less mean-spirited. I don't think most reporters are going around with the intention of making Japan sound like a freakshow. They just don't seem to be able to avoid doing so.

Added on 26 September: I changed a few sentences for clarity. Sheesh, my style is turgid when I'm irritated and writing off the cuff.

Added on 28 September: Thanks to Virginia Postrel for the link. Just to emphasize this again: Faiola is absolutely right to be saying that sex roles are in flux at this historical moment in Japan. In fact, there's very little he wrote that I would actually say is inaccurate. My complaint is with the (mostly implicit) connections he's making and the way he characterizes the larger issue. That Isetan Men's carries shocking pink tote bags doesn't necessarily say anything about Japanese manhood outside an extremely small circle of Tokyo-dwellers.
Posted by Sean on 2005-09-25 08:20:01 | 2 Comments | 0 Trackbacks >>>>>>> Categories: aesthetics, gay, japan

17 September 2005

Priceless
You have to read the latest at Go Fug Yourself [strong language alert]. The girls are surpassing themselves, especially on the Renée Zellweger entry. My sides! Personally, I think the real fraud is that which was perpetrated on the American public by all those fashion writers proclaiming that Zellweger is the new Grace Kelly. (Given which way soon-to-be-annulled hubby allegedly swings, you'd think he'd care about having Grace's legacy abused that way--but whatever.) Too funny! I would say the Britney one is funny, too, but it would be mean to acknowledge laughing at it, so I won't.

Added at 21:30: I like Tom's take, too.
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16 September 2005

It's so me
May I ask a favor of the people who are doing stuff that makes Japan trendy again? Could you knock it off? 'Cause, see, if it becomes too fashionable, I'm going to get all grossed out and have to leave.

I was talking to this guy the other night, and he said something to the effect of, "Well, you certainly chose your specialization well. Japan is hot right now." I didn't quite know how to answer. The dude was a stylist from LA, around my age. He probably wouldn't have found anything odd, bless him, about the idea of choosing a college major in your late teens with the express hope that it would put you at the cutting edge of hip when you were 33.

But I'm more the preserver/custodian type. I was born and brought up in Pennsylvania (long and noble history of contributing to American liberty, but currently declining in relative population and influence). The heaviest cultural influence on our family was my grandfather, who was from England (glorious imperial past now several steps removed from the shabby-genteel present). In college I studied modern Japanese poetry (nothing more recent than the 1930s). After the bubble burst, Japan's HAPPENING! HERE! NOW! cachet was lost to South Korea and China, with Japan taking a forceful but unassuming place as an established economic power. I moved here and felt very at home.

Got it? I like things that are grand and beautiful, but also kind of past-it and mouldering and a bit scuffed up. If other people want to live in thriving boomtowns like...I don't know...Las Vegas, I think that's great. I'm a libertarian; innovation makes it easier for a wide variety of people to have richer, better lives and stuff. I really believe that.

But all this crap about how Gwen Stefani and anime and Beat Takeshi and Koizumi and blah-blah-blah are making Japan cool again is annoying. It is RUINING MY PARTY.

So remember: Japan is tired. Try Vietnamese food. Or Korean soap stars. Or Chinese liquor. Or Thai martial arts movies. You know, Asia's a big continent. Lots to choose from. Just stop telling me how fashionable it is to be a Japanophile before I throw up all over you.

Thanks!

Added on 18 September: Atsushi--who had the rare opportunity not to work until midnight today--pointed out during our phone call tonight that, given Japan's aging society, excessive hipness is not something I'm likely to have to worry about for long. Point taken.
Posted by Sean on 2005-09-16 23:41:22 | 4 Comments | 0 Trackbacks >>>>>>> Categories: aesthetics, japan

13 September 2005

It's been 40 days / Since I stopped counting the days
New Bonnie Raitt album out today. I like it, but then I expected to; the woman's quality control over the last fifteen years has been something to behold. I'm sure my mother's ecstatic. She's a MAJOR Bonnie devotee. You know, like, she not only owns even the mid-period albums that are 95% crap--Home Plate, anyone?--she also listens to them. She and a friend of hers from Michigan have traveled to see her perform countless times, they get backstage passes through the fan club and stuff, the whole bit. For a solid year when Nick of Time came out, she listened to nothing else. NOTHING. EVER. She'll try to put it over on you that in, like, December 1989 she listened to Revolver once, but she's full of it; it was Dad who put it on the stereo and she just happened to be in the room.

Bear in mind, this was when the album came out--before all the publicity around the Grammy nominations brought Raitt into prominence and made all the Baby Boomer yuppies in America be like, "Oh, wow! It's like, this is totally my story. Well, except for the dropping out of Radcliffe part--who would do that?--but, you know, not finding your true love until hubby number three, and crying when you think about your biological clock ticking, and having this life that's a total journey, and all that is so me!"...and turn their fabled Purchasing Power to the task of making it googol platinum. (Okay, that's not very nice of me. It wasn't really the people who bought it that drove me nuts; it was the press that fell all over itself to treat it as an event of Great Significance when an album made by a 39-year-old appealed to other 39-year-olds.)

Of course, no expansive personality is truly interesting without a major-big-time flaw, and Bonnie's is that she's a sucker for every lame-o liberal activist project IN THE WORLD. You know, No Nukes and Never Kill a Tree and stuff. She's like (sting)bono. On the other hand, I've always been impressed by her involvement in the push for benefits and royalty reform on behalf of aging R&B pioneers whose innovations made them no money but proved lucrative springboards for later rock-era artists. She's also very modest when she shares a stage with one of her heroes. I was lucky enough to see her with Charles Brown and Ruth Brown on the Longing in Their Hearts tour. We were unlucky enough to see it at the Mann Music Center, which has worse acoustics than the average bedroom closet, but the show itself was a blast.

Speaking of performances, I think she does a big show in New Orleans every year; given her predilection for benefit concerts, I wonder whether she'll turn it into one next go-round. (Happily, she's a celebrity I haven't heard bloviating about the failures of the federal government to play Big Daddy and make everything better after the hurricane, though I can't imagine she's not thinking along those lines.) Anyway, I'm guessing Mom will be pleased with the new album, which is good.
Posted by Sean on 2005-09-13 08:53:59 | 7 Comments | 0 Trackbacks >>>>>>> Categories: aesthetics