I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

I was interviewed a year ago during Girl Crush for a Japanese magazine called “Figure King,” which I never got a copy of, and I’m not nearly as driven or resourceful as I should be to track down a copy and see if I indeed made it into “what’s going on in the US” column that month. I also had a sneaking suspicion that it was some kind of pornography. Based on nothing. Just sending my headshot in to a foreign magazine—despite the hour interview about the show—I had a feeling the column was “jerk off on this gaijin.”

This same stereotyping is what keeps me from going to Tokyo (despite claiming THREE Tokyo tourist guides from Will Hines’ book giveaway)—I’ve seen enough Japa-porn and fan service to assume casual rape is waiting on every street corner of Harajuku.

Anyway, when we got back from Toronto on Monday I checked my email to find that my interviewer (an American, now living in Japan) is now working on a book about OTAKU in America (For my cool friends, “otaku” basically means nerd, but the interpretation in the US is specifically “anime nerd”) and wanted to include some Girl Crush pictures and info(?).

I finally got ahold of the guy (after Butterfingers here erased the original email accidentally… what an otaku!) and send off my shots. But, since I’ve got the stimulus-response of a cuttlefish, this tiny amount of attention has made me dwell on the thought of doing another Girl Crush.

This entry was posted on Saturday, August 27th, 2005 at 7:53 am and is filed under J*Stuff.