Look! It's a Stereotype!
Feb. 25th, 2009 10:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsThis afternoon on bus 18 headed into downtown I saw one of those stereotypes that you don't really believe exists because, well, you've never seen one before and you've only heard they exist over there.
Over there, in this case, is Japan.
He was a small man, a thin man, certainly Asian and proabably Japanese, wearing a cream-colored sportcoat over an orange shirt and black pants. He was reading a book that most definitely was Japanese, but what made him a stereotype was the over-the-shoulder bag completely festooned with Loli-style cloisonne pins. At least two dozen glossy, cartoony little girls in conveniently panty-exposing poses pranced and leaped across the canvas bag's front flap, all smiles and grins and one or two mock I-don't-really-mean-it pouts.
He didn't give off creep vibes. He didn't really give off much at all. It was just one of those odd things to see, like a Sasquatch, a genuine rorikon.
Over there, in this case, is Japan.
He was a small man, a thin man, certainly Asian and proabably Japanese, wearing a cream-colored sportcoat over an orange shirt and black pants. He was reading a book that most definitely was Japanese, but what made him a stereotype was the over-the-shoulder bag completely festooned with Loli-style cloisonne pins. At least two dozen glossy, cartoony little girls in conveniently panty-exposing poses pranced and leaped across the canvas bag's front flap, all smiles and grins and one or two mock I-don't-really-mean-it pouts.
He didn't give off creep vibes. He didn't really give off much at all. It was just one of those odd things to see, like a Sasquatch, a genuine rorikon.
