Abby and I traveled safely to and from Japan, despite flinging ourselves across the Pacific Ocean – TWICE – in a tin can suspended 30,000 feet above the Earth, which feels a lot like a miracle.
Abby and I LOVED Japan. We did. We had a blast doing all the Usual Tourist Things.
We went to the Fish Market on a bicycle tour.
We did yoga in the rain.
We did identical dance poses.
(I’m the one on the right.)
It all worked out really well because the Japanese are into conformity and not making public spectacles out of themselves, so we fit in perfectly.
But our very best thing — the thing at which we excelled greatly — was Going Potty.
In fact, we liked going potty so much, we went every day while we were in Japan. Sometimes more than once.
Going Potty is, of course, the Very Best Tourist Thing of All because pottying teaches us a lot about other cultures and adaptation and, well, it can’t be avoided, so it’s really the place where we MUST assimilate, you know? It’s the place we wholeheartedly strive to become quickly proficient. After all, no one wants to return from an international trip and say, “Yeah. Japan was good, but you know what I never got the hang of? Relieving myself.”
We learned A LOT about Japanese culture from the potties.
For example, Japan is a very technologically advanced culture, and their potties reflect that.
We’ve been introduced to warm potties and gadgety potties and potties that sense your weight before warming the water for the built-in bidet.
And speaking of bidets, there are OPTIONS for those, folks.
Of course, you’ve got your usual bottom-washing bidet (which is what “shower” means, FYI (you only make that mistake once)), and, for the ladies, a special lady-bits bidet.
A whole separate bidet for lady parts!
It made me happy to see it, I’ve gotta say, until I started wondering where the bidet is for the boy bits.
I mean, sure; boys can wash their bottoms like the girls, but say they want to clean their boy parts. They’re out of luck. There’s no bidet for those. NONE. NO boy-washing options at all, which, given the number of other options available seems like either a gross oversight or… and I hate to go here, but I feel I must… deliberate.
I mean, in a culture that is rampantly detail-oriented and extremely precise, I can’t imagine they simply forgot the boys.
In conclusion, I’m not sure why Japan is against men washing their balls, but the evidence is pretty conclusive.
P.S. Given the anti-balls potties all over Tokyo, I figured Japan must be very discriminatory when it comes to gender, but then I saw this bathroom sign…
…which doesn’t split up potty-users by gender at all, instead dividing toilet-goers by People Who Are Shaped Like Bells and People Who Are Shaped Like Suitcases, which, on the one hand feels very progressive, allowing any gender to use either water closet, but on the other hand feels pretty judgmental. “HEY, YOU! YOU RESEMBLE LUGGAGE. GET OUT OF THE BELL RESTROOM, STAT.”
Now I don’t know what to think.
P.P.S. I know, like all Americans, I’m particularly gifted at correctly interpreting other cultures and not seeing them through the lens of my own bias, but if you have any other interpretations to share, I’m willing to hear you out.
P.P.P.S. Sometimes I wonder why I don’t fit in well with other Christian bloggers. Then I write about whether Japan does or does not support clean balls, and I don’t wonder as much anymore. #LifeIsAMystery #AndThenItIsnt