Taking up Japanese as a side project for myself has reminded me of something.
So like a long time ago I had a professor that I absolutely adored. She happened to be Japanese American. She grew up speaking Japanese at home but never really spent a lot of time in Japan. She mostly spoke with other Japanese Americans and read books.
So one day early in her teaching career there’s an exchange student from Japan who’s having a hard time understanding a concept so she explained it to him in Japanese and then he looked absolutely rattled. Like in shock. Pale.
This is how she learned that the way she speaks Japanese makes her sound like a gang member.
Japanese doesn’t exactly have cuss words in the same way as English does but imagine that the nicest professor you’ve ever had pulls your paper over and says “Okay listen here you little piece of shit I’m gonna fucking explain this to you. Violently.”
"What were you doing at the devils sacrament" jarking my whole thing off. Next quiestuon.
DONt dO thAT TO HeR!!
you can tell that these kinds of video content really do activate parts of your brain in weird ways because as soon as it switched to wax her entire demeanor changed to that of a toddler who just saw a cool bird or something, like you can see neurons firing and brain glands releasing neurochemicals
So you’re saying there’s a chance
Huēhuehcoyōtl, god of music, dance, mischief and song, is an outlier adn should not be counted.
So good at feeling not so good at expressing