Jul 11
2007

If I eat my hijiki, will my hair be black?

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Random Factoid: In Japan kids are encouraged to eat their hijiki, (ヒジキ, 鹿尾菜, a black stringy seaweed) so their hair will be black.
So if I eat my hijiki will my hair turn black? Sometimes I wish for darker hair. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my natural hair color, and wear it proudly. But sometimes living in a country as homogeneous as Japan can get tiring. Living as a gaijin in Japan means that one is always conspicuous. There is never a question that you are a gaijin. A lot of times I don’t mind this so much. It is my excuse when I make myself like an idiot, I can always pull out the “dumb gaijin” card. It makes me unique, because although there are many other gaijin living here in Tokyo, we are still vastly outnumbered by the nihonjin living here (less than 2% of the population). The fact that I am so conspicuous, however, does get to me occasionally. Sometimes I tire of the staring, of the muttered comments about the (gasp!) gaijin, and of conversations about me held in front of my face because it is assumed I won’t understand. I get it, okay? I do look different, I do speak a different language (though I’m working on speaking yours!), and I do occasionally make some stupid cultural faux pas (probably more than I realize), but sometimes I look out across the sea of black glossy hair and I wish that my hijiki would start to work . . .

Takeshita Dori (shopping street) in Harajuku, Tokyo (July 7, 2007)

I was born a gaijin. I grew up a gaijin. I came to Japan a gaijin. It’s always been as natural as gazing out a window and appreciating the landscape yet not being one with it. I fit in Japan because I matched the role. I was a gaijin from the get go. I suspect a lot of us were. More than this, I suspect there are many Japanese who feel like gaijin too, viewing themselves as enduring extras in their long-playing epics of life. But none of this is necessarily negative——as all “true” gaijin will understand . . . . They have learned to see the “outsider” in themselves no matter where they may reside, and that is their perpetual struggle . . . and their perpetual strength.Thomas Dillon, “Born and raised a ‘gaijin’ , Japan Times, December 24, 2005

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knit_knot July 11, 2007 at 10:59 pm

Yikes… it does not look very tastey! I can’t believe how many people are on one street! I hope you have a wonderful time in the states! Good luck on your bar exam! Bring lots of summer clothes it’s been really hot in sunny CA. Teri

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yelley July 13, 2007 at 11:44 am

i am not so much a fan of seaweed of any kind…

i’ve been to that street in harajuku! i loved it there. did you go to the condom store? too funny.

i used to get that a lot… a lot of little kids saying ‘okaaasaannn mite mite! gaijin da!’ look look mom, it’s a foreigner! i’d say a few words to them in japanese and they’d look terrified! moms too! i kind of miss it sometimes. i used to go to hiroshima a lot to meet up with my friend there… she’s black, so you can only imagine the stares we would get ^_^

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