Today in school we got talking about what everybody wants to do in Japan, once they are freed from the shackles of schooling. One of my fellow students wanted to become a sushi chef, or at least she did until someone told her that it was very rare for women to take up that particular profession. Allegedly this is because they have warmer hands than their male counterparts, which ruins the preparation process. When she was told that in order for her to overcome this she would have to plunge her hands into ice-cold water every ten minutes or so, she suddenly became very quiet. Seeing someone’s dreams shattered in right front of you: what a way to start the weekend.
This afternoon I had a trip to Setagaya public theatre, which is where I will be doing my work experience come October. As part of the trip I was allowed to sit in on a rehearsal for one of the upcoming productions; this was a fascinating insight, as well as a reminder of how much Japanese I still have to learn in order to offer some semblance of proficiency during my work placement. Possibly the most demanding aspect of the afternoon was that I was not allowed to take a toilet break during the rehearsals, and three hours with a cup of coffee sloshing around a bladder the size of a peanut ain’t fun for anybody.