I've been thinking- how many weeaboos/japanophiles/wapanese/otaku actually go and visit their "motherland"? And for the few who do, what's their response? Do they reform their ways? Do they become depressed? Angry? Hateful? Racist? Do any of them actually get what they want out of the country? You don't hear about this sort of thing very often. Any personal reports or websites dealing with that sort of thing?
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Anonymous2006-12-14 2:30
Weeaboos stop being weeaboos when they finally visit Japan. That's why you never hear one talking about a trip to that god-awful country.
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3 times more anonymous2006-12-14 2:41
It's actually fun to go there- if you're not a weeaboo. You don't go in expecting streets of gold, and you have a positive attitude (and it helps to be of japanese descent so you don't draw any extra attention, although not many people have that advantage), and you have a great time. Kinda like it is with any place you travel to.
it's okay to be wapanese, theres nothing wrong with liking another culture.. open yourself.
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Anonymous2006-12-14 4:15
>>6
Acceptance or admiration is much different from unhealthy obsession.
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Weeaboo fag.
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Anonymous2006-12-14 9:13
For 23 years and 11 months had I suffered them, the ignorant gaijin back home who sickened me with their microwaved culture and their materialism. The spindly losers in the anime club who cared only for anime and not a whit for the superior monoethnic culture to which it was endemic. Well no more. Fucking zettai no more. I touched down in the country I was certain I had lived all my previous lives, no doubt as a badass ronin samurai ninja or some shit. I had never been here, but I had returned.
Nippon-sama, tadaima!
No sooner had I left the airport when I saw the woman of my dreams. She confirmed my every hope, my every ideal of this great land. The light coming in through the sakura backlit her like a full body halo. She was made of demure and soft spoken. Of bowing and bento.
Of Japan and perfect.
My heart started doki doki-ing all over the shop. And then she saw me! Spotted me in the crowd! Well, of course she did, I was like a head taller than the fucking hobbits they call men around here. I was in no state of mind to meet her gaze, and tried to look away but I was paralysed. She was just so ... prettyu ...
And just like that she started walking over. Her walk was just pure concentrated sex. If you poured a glass of it sex fumes would just rise right off the top. I loved the way the light danced unevenly over her pristine porcelain skin as she walked. The way she did more for me by showing just her shoulders than any American girls could by showing their entire gaping cleavage for all the world to SEE THIS YOU SHOULD TAKE NOTES, THIS IS WHAT SEXY IS YOU FUCKING WHORES -
most of them just go there a buy a bunch of stuff, so i guess it really does fulfill their expectations
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Anonymous2006-12-15 12:30
I am proudly Wapanese, and I have never been to NIPPON other than in my wet dreams ;______________;
Hopefully I can go there and hug the nekomusume that are everywhere ^________________________________^;;;
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Anonymous2006-12-15 13:16
nekomusume lol I'm ashamed I was able to instantly infer what that meant.
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Anonymous2006-12-15 15:14
>>14
I hope that if you do go to Japan one day, that the people there will hate you and possibly beat you to death. You are the scurge of society, leeching off of your parents and living in their basement.