If you haven't been following these posts, you might like to start at the beginning.

1. Why don't you like your country (and are you all this aggressive)?

Well now, do you see what you've done here? You've painted me into a corner, haven't you? Taken me for a Union Jack-waving, scone-munching, knife-and-fork-requesting stereotype with no mind or ( Read more... )

I am not good with the cold. I am frileuse, a samugariya, the one who turns blue come December and doesn't thaw out until spring. I am, conversely, well adapted for tropical heat. While others sweat and swear, I revel in the comforting soupy warmth and thrill to the knowledge that it's going to be like this all year.

Japan had a sting in its tail ( Read more... )