littleghettoblaster

Japanese kids come in to my work all the time. They tend to be dressed the coolest (think layers, combining uber-baggy with fitted clothes, bordering on tacky but looking good). Some of these kids are studying here (or in Canada), others are just visitng, some have lived here their whole lives.

There is a certain feeling of cliqueiness with these kids. At least from someone who doesn’t speak their language or know their culture. It’s not really eliticism, more like they give the impression that they spend all day together getting opnions from one another on what to wear and buy. Usually they have interesting, although hard to read, personalities. Some speak English perfectly, others barely know a word.

Knowing the little bit I know about anthropology (that hanging out with a group of people and taking notes isn’t the best way to get an accurate depiction of said group), I came up with a way to figure these kids out. First I need to learn Japanese. Then I need to shrink down and be pocket-sized (or smaller), so I can hide in purses and clothes, listening and watching what these cool kids do.

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