You Can't Take Me Anywhere

 


So. On occasion I would watch a YouTube video of an adult male whose objective was to go around areas of Japan and select favorite Japanese food items. Most of these products have adorable fictional characters which usually look like some sort of animal hybrid creature on the package to entice the kiddos. In each video he generally purchases eight to ten items. He then goes home, opens each item, eats it, critiques it, and sometimes plays with it.

 After a few of these videos I asked myself. "Self, why are you watching an adult man who's having a boner while playing with Picachu cookies and eating pudding out of bear shaped containers? This is something a twelve year old girl should be doing. (Sue me)

 So. His latest video, he is at a busy street market watching a man make tiny pancakes, filling each with bean paste. He can make about six little cakes with his old school griddle. He then pops out the cakes, each branded with a symbol. The first cake he presents has the Nazi symbol on it.

I am aware that symbol is used in other cultures. Our very own Navajo use it. I'm aware Hitler and party "appropriated" it. I know it is associated with Buddha and love and goodness and...

I don't give a shit.

It is a mockery, an insult to six million people who died, many by starvation, to still use that symbol, especially on a branded dessert.

I left a comment pointing out there's a swastika on yonder bread. I was then given a history lesson about it's importance in Japanese culture by several people, including the horney for Doraemon vlogger.

You can write a tome about the history of the symbol. Do not use it to sell bean paste filled bread. Do not even try to justify using it in that way. 

 So. Clearly I am done with that vlog. I would have stopped watching it soon anyway. As woke as I hope to be, watching a man get excited over Hello Kitty is a big ick.


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