I’m in Britain and I really hate the eyelashes, fillers and makeup here for young girls sometimes and the intense pressure I see everywhere to get them. Poor girlies.
I’m in Britain and I really hate the eyelashes, fillers and makeup here for young girls sometimes and the intense pressure I see everywhere to get them. Poor girlies.
Japan - the sheer information overload (that nobody actually pays attention to).
Everything is exploding with text, sound, lights to the point where nothing goes into the brain. One supermarket aisle can be hitting you with five or more songs and shouting advertisements. The text on presentations, TV commercials, websites and often menus is unreadable. Billboards and outdoor advertising doesn’t get replaced, cleaned or updated, more just gets added around it leaving the old stuff to fade and rot. The staff in shops spend their entire day shouting the word ‘irasshaimase’ to alert you to their presence and welcome you to the store, though it’s very rare to speak to shop staff outside of small stores and necessary counter interactions.
Standing to board a train, one can hear sounds from every nearby platform - multiple jingles playing at the same time, train and station information, safety warnings in many languages for each train, an incomprehensible tannoy announcement blasting through a very old speaker, someone shouting into a megaphone and someone else stood on a box shouting with just their voice - all at the same time. All whilst passengers mostly stand in absolute silence with their earphones in.
For a country that values peace and quiet in some lovely ways, public life can be a sensory bombardment in other very unnecessary ones.
Japan is surely a land of contradiction. It’s overly-stimulating in Tokyo/ the big cities, then it gets so awfully quiet on the back streets.
It was the quietest and loudest place I’ve ever been.
This extreme amount of noise/visual stimulus, particularly relating to commercial consumption reads so sci-fi dystopian to me. In a way that’s cool to think about stylistically but awful to live.
I hated getting woken up on a Saturday morning to a van with a loudspeaker driving around spewing advertising.
As a tourist, I found the train stations in Japan very confusing because of the crazy information overload. Thankfully some people were nice enough to help me navigate this maze.
Very accurate. I didn’t love this living there. Just going to a grocery store, or—god help you—a Don Q was extremely stressful/overwhelming.