When I was in Korea, this chick’s picture was everywhere. Jared and I just took to calling her Soju Girl. I recently found the Korean station on my cable and have been watching a bit. This girl has her own reality show. Turns out she has a name: Hyori Lee. Doesn’t have the ring that Soju Girl has, but I’ll take it. If I go back to Korea, I’m going to see if she needs some private lessons, despite the fact I’m a dyed in the wool Chamisil man.
Here is a perfect, real-life example of why you shouldn’t wear clothing emblazoned with words you don’t understand. This is more common than you’d think and almost never done out of irony. (Sometimes the wearer does realize something’s off; see Myra’s student’s experience here.)
Also, who the hell makes these shirts and/or imports them to Korea? Who decides to design shirts with racial slurs or things like “I love my hooker,” “What’s your porn star name?” or “I love 69” (all shirts my friends or I have seen)? For a while now I have had this feeling that there is a warped native English speaker somewhere trying to think of the worst things he/she can put on a shirt to sell to unsuspecting Asians. (Okay, fine. I’ve wondered the same thing myself but I didn’t actually do it and profit from it. I just have a twisted sense of curiosity.)
(Reblogged from taeblog:mdtepsic; the original photographer has also taken a picture of this shirt in black on another occasion)
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Today I’m leaving on a week long tour to play bass with my friend’s band. I haven’t toured in years, so even if it’s only for a short time I am looking forward to it. We are going to play on the radio when we are in Phoenix on May 4th. It’ll be between 8-10, Pacific Standard Time. Here is a link to the station. Here is a link to the specific show we will be on. It should stream on one of both of those sites. Check it out if you have time.
Now I’m off to re-live the glories of my youth. Word.
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The soju I get in America is not the same as the soju I got in Korea. Here it just tastes like rubbing alcohol. There, I found it ha d a flavor which accentuated the food and air and life. It was not just hot, clear, liquid pain. I found a place here to eat good, authentic Korean food. the kimchi is fucking delicious. All the banchan are real high quality. But it isn’t the same as eating in the ROK, just like the soju. And the old men who eat there don’t like me the way they did in Korea. Even when I’m wearing my Hanwa Eagles hat. Whatever, assholes.
‘Tis all for now.
Like I said before, you never know how much you’ll need.
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