"Once Upon a Tipsy Night: The Struggles of Rescuing Your Friends from Drunken Women – Just Innocent Fun, of Course"
***CAUTION** *** some inapt words are used***** Please indulge me in this anecdote as a tale of bygone days. The events I recount took place in the latter half of the previous century, during the 1980s. At the time, my family was living in London due to a work-related relocation. During this period, I experienced an unsettling episode involving a stalker. I was seventeen back then.The man had first approached me on the Underground, discovered the school I attended, and loitered outside its gates. His presence even caused trouble for other Japanese students at the school. Ultimately, I had to enlist the help of a local police officer to act as a bodyguard. After the incident, I overheard a peculiar remark from my classmates. Referring to the stalker’s blond hair, they asked, “Do Japanese people like blondes?” Their curiosity stemmed from a half-understood cultural observation: in Japan, there existed a niche fascination with blond hair—whether on men or women. It seemed the ...