I have to put up with being called a lot of things, but this was a new one for me… and not a very desirably one, at that. Read on, and see how my female-ninja-pride was smashed into pieces…
Okay, so it’s no secret that I usually don’t appear very feminine. I don’t even have a count of how many times I’ve been mistaken for a guy, be that in Denmark or Japan.
My hair is short, and my built is quite square and I guess I’m a little more muscular than the average gal – plus, I don’t like feminine clothes. The most feminine thing I do is put on a bit of makeup on – otherwise I’d be mistaken for a guy practically all the time. I know this from experience.
‘nuff whining and explanation, let’s talk about no other day than today!
I was offered a part-time job as an assistant coach on a let’s-learn-English-through-soccer team on some Saturdays.
Today has been absolutely beautiful, and I felt great riding my bike to the school, where it’s held. I had a good feeling – Japanese children are usually so nice, right?
Today was my first time, and first group was a bunch of 10 year-old boys.
I do my self-introduction, telling what my name is. One boy yells out in the entire classroom, in Japanese:
“Are you a boy?!”, to which I nicely explained I am in fact not, eating up the shame/embarrassment that inevitably hit me.
Okay! Great start (not). Later on, I ask a few of the boys to be a little quiet, and yet again I’m met by a question.
”Are you an okama?”, and having no clue what an okama is, I asked about the word.
”What? You don’t even know what an okama is?!”, was the response. Class was moving on to the field, so I just left it at that.
On the way there, I looked the word up on my phone, and decided that this must be one of the worst FAIL-days I’ve had in… a long time.
Let me put in a snippet from my dictionary of the word:
My reaction:
And how I felt like doing, later:
Never in my life have I ever been called an cross dresser/transvestite. Totally uncool. Not that I have anything against that kind of interests, but the fact that he obviously didn’t believe me when I said I’m a girl is… well…
Anyhow, from that moment, I knew today was up there on the FAIL-scale.
”But he’s just a kid”, you may say… I’ll raise you with the saying:
”You get the truth from children and drunk people”.
On the other hand, that same kid asked me a few moments later:
”Are you Japanese?”
… Just WTF kind of question IS that to a blond and blue-eyed person???
At the end of the day, as a sort of self-therapy (though pre-planned), I did something very lady-like, indeed:
Squats, deadlifts and pull ups! (I.e. strength training).
/rant, over and out.
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