Culture Shock: Poo Lager Beer – Column

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Photos and captions by Chad Van Wagner, our man in Japan

A year in a foreign country, and what does it get you? A healthy dose of culture shock (the thing, not this column) and a bit of embarrassment at the kind of things you thought before you became an expat. And by you, I mean me.

What things, you might ask? Well, you always romanticize what you don’t understand, but once the veil of incomprehension clears way, you start to see things for what they really are: Stupid. I’m the first to admit that I’ve got issues with second languages and deciphering foreign perspectives, but the undeniable truth is that Japan has dumbasses just like they grow ’em back home. They just take longer to reveal themselves to the Westerner, since there’s that whole “speaking a different language” thing.

Yes, the English can be crap here, but it’s just like the goons back home who get Kanji tattoos but can’t actually read them. It always seemed a bit silly to brand yourself with something you don’t understand. So if it’s dumb for the Americans, it would only follow that it’s dumb for the Japanese, right? I mean, if you’re going through all the effort and focus to professionally do something like print up a small paragraph on a small paper bag, wouldn’t you make sure it actually MEANT something?

It’s not all silliness, though. The rock is definitely alive and well (check out the Boris interview I somehow managed to score), but the wide-eyed wonder of last year has been replaced with rolled eyes and shaking head.

Twinkie Man got a girlfriend, so he’s gonna take a breather here.


“SWEET! The dog finally gave in. My collection is complete.”


In the West, the Stork brings babies. In Japan, bears fling them at you from jail.


I’ve accepted the simple fact that beavers live in my ass for years now, but WHY must they water everything?


“Want any dessert?”


OK, seriously. How could they not know?


“Jesus Tapdancing Christ, look at the unit on Mothra!”


No comment.


Having heard American beer referred to as “pisswater,” Tokyo attempts to do one better.