In today’s lessons we learnt all about colours and the ever-changing face of Gender stereotypes in Japan. Of course, because our textbook is mental, there were a number of interesting, not to mention completely alien, viewpoints used to demonstrate the new grammar and vocab. For example, it is considered rude to say that something is Nezumiiro (literally Mousey grey), whereas to call something haiiro (Ash grey) is fine. From this I can only conclude that the Japanese consider rodents to be a bigger threat than cancer.
I have come to believe that the prices of foodstuffs in Tokyo are just randomly plucked from a hat, and the distributed will-nilly at the shopkeepers choosing. How else to explain that a punnet of grapes costs over a tenner, but an entire fillet of sea bass can be yours for less than £5. In the international supermarkets things get even stranger, as unless there has suddenly been dramatic developments in the world’s oat stocks I cannot fathom why oatmeal is so bleeding expensive. Over £4.50 for 12 small ‘portions’ of the stuff; granted the packaging would suggest that it has been imported from somewhere in South America, but it’s hardly sitting in first class with a bottle of champers and a bucket of caviar is it? And if that is the case, then I would love to know what’s happened to its air miles.