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Who Did You Vote For And Why?

I am one of those evil Americans that didn’t vote yesterday. I had to work and sleep. Before you chastise me, I would be voting in a state where my vote would have been heavily overrun by many others. I know that isn’t an excuse but – frankly, if I had the option, I wouldn’t have voted for either anyway.

There are a few pros and some glaring cons to both sides so, to me, it was more of a “Which is the lesser evil?” situation.

That said, this one is for you!

Who did you vote for (or who would you have voted for, if you didn’t)?

To make this interesting, think of the biggest reason why you voted (or would’ve) for this candidate and sum it up in one word that you feel best explains your reasoning.

For example, if you were voting for Obama, you might have been interested in spreading the wealth. So you might say “sharing” as a word that would represent that. If you wanted Romney, maybe you were interested in changes promised by his Christian-themed morals, so you might say “morality”.

So, who was it?

Those Red Plastic Cups

If you live in the US and have ever hosted or attended an informal party, you’ve probably seen those those red plastic cups. Dixie cups. They hold about 16oz (500 grams) of whatever it is you’re drinking.

I have seen them many times and never thought twice about it. They’re cups.

Apparently, they are an iconic American symbol of some sort outside of the states.

I have a friend who came from New Zealand and recently moved to Japan. (She leads are far more interesting life than I do.) While still in New Zealand, she mentioned an “American store” near her that may have sold those plastic cups. When she first mentioned them, I kept thinking she was talking about something different.

As she continued, it became clear that she was indeed referring to red, Dixie brand plastic cups. The kind that won’t break through if they are left sitting out too long, but not sturdy enough to wash and reuse. Disposable red drinking cups.

Now she is in Japan as a JET (Japan Exchange and Teaching Program), and she told me about a party that some American JETs were having. She was excited about the party for all sorts of reasons – fun, friends, etc, etc. But she was also excited over the prospect of seeing those cups.

She sent me some pictures from the party.

Red Plastic Dixie Cups at a Party

Yes, these ones.

I have cropped out the people, but make no mistake – these are not “party photos”.

Dixie Brand Red Disposable Plastic Cups

I hope this makes the Dixie company very happy…

They are cup photos.

I never would have guessed anyone was this intrigued by our disposable dishware, but she has indicated she isn’t the only one.

Are you also this intrigued by these cups or any other innocuous, mundane item?

I feel like I am missing out on something. 😛

What It’s Like To Be Fat

I am a chick. And fat. The first part most people don’t care about but the second part is socially frowned upon. Add the two together and you typically either garner sympathy, condemnation, or harassment. Unlike “large boobs”, “fat chick” rarely gets flirtatious remarks (I realize those remarks and compliments aren’t exactly quality communication). I’m not fishing for any of the above.

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Kobe Beef in America – NO SUCH THING!

Agh!!!!!! I just read this article the other day: Food’s Biggest Scam, The Great Kobe Beef Lie (Forbes)

RUINED MY LIFE!

No, not really. It was semi-shocking and also not. Shocking because it’s so ingrained and people do throw that word around like they are talking about colors. “Orange Carrot, Red Tomato, Kobe Beef” Only it’s NOT Kobe Beef. There’s no such thing (in America).

It’s illegal in America.

It also isn’t “Kobe” beef because the cow’s been massaged by some poor cow-masseuse. I mean, it’s not even about cow-massage, although that does help to fuel the American interest in the specially labeled meat. It’s Kobe because of strict Japanese regulations and cows being from Kobe, the capital of the Hyogo prefecture, in Japan. But there are no cow massages. This makes me sort of sad. Yes, I’m an idiot.

And according to the article, Kobe beef isn’t even the supreme quality beef that we regard it as in America. In America this is deemed the top of the line beef, best you could ever have. Delicacy. In Japan, there is actually beef that they consider higher quality beef than Kobe. Agh! Life-ruining information.

If you want a much better explanation from someone who knows much more about Kobe beef than I do, read the article. And when I say “read the article” I don’t mean “read the headlines and skim over the rest”. I mean actually read the article.  I normally wouldn’t care except that the author, Mr. Larry Olmstead, wrote a detailed and, at times, almost repetitive article explaining key points about why Kobe beef is not available in America and even how Wagyu beef, as we know it, is not even a thing. (Wagyu actually just means “Japanese Cattle” – meaning this includes all qualities of Japanese cows)

This isn’t just about respecting the author’s writing – it’s about the fact that the poor guy wound up repeating himself so many times it got to be overwhelming. Not in a poorly-written sense but in a “really driving this point home” sense. He wrote a three part article and planned to stop it there except that he got so many emails he wound up having to write a fourth part just to clarify things and answer some reader’s questions.

What was he clarifying? It wasn’t about cow massages – it was reiterating the same exact points from the other three parts of the article!

So when you are paying for a good ol’ Kobe steak, you better be in Japan. And you better be paying a very pretty penny! I have a friend who moved to Japan and is planning to go try some real Kobe steak. She showed me this website. A Kobe steak at the shown restaurant is 2,980 yen ($38 USD) – and that’s in Japan.

An even more depressing part of this article was finding out things I should have known. Naively believing what has been shown to me for the past all-the-years-of-my-life without ever questioning. That is, I had no idea that “Champagne” does not simply mean “sparkling wine”. I thought Champagne was its own beverage, a totally different (but similar) product. A vast array of “wine” exists but I only seem to see “Champagne” or everything that isn’t Champagne.

I had no idea it was a place in France that was famous for their sparkling wine and the name implied it came from there.

Likewise, I didn’t know “Burgundy”, “Chianti”, “Sherry”, and many other popular wines aren’t just referring to a flavor or style but the name implies that it came from a specific place. You see store-brand bottles labeled “Burgundy” and “Sherry” at the local grocery store for $3 each! Parmigiano-Reggiano I also thought was merely a type of cheese. Even Cheddar does not merely mean a flavor of cheese. AGH! Life re-ruined.

Yes, I really am an idiot.

On a complete side note, this makes me sad. If you type in “Kobe Japan Steakhouse” – the entire first page of results is filled with different locations of teppanyaki/hibachi places (similar to Benihana). If you haven’t been to one of these places, you get some stir-fried vegetables, fried rice, and steak, shrimp or chicken. They will usually start you out with clear soup and a small salad with a ginger dressing. Think “onion volcano”.

This is not Japanese food.

I’m not saying they never eat this stuff in Japan, and the cooking style is apparently authentic Japanese, but all Japanese food does not fit into these two or three categories (teppanyaki-cooked, teriyaki, and sushi). I have heard numerous people where I’m at complain about not liking “Japanese food” and I always want to scream “YOU HAVEN’T TRIED IT THOUGH!”

That’s enough of my ranting. Go read the article and let your life be ruined too.