so let's talk about host clubs. 

i'm watching an amazing documentary (for the billionth time) called the great happiness space with my bestie at the moment, and we are musing, for the billionth time, about how if we could hop a plane to japan right now we would spend obscene amounts of money to have attractive japanese men dote on us. i mean... look at these guys. 

yeah. i know. i have a weakness for sexy japanese men with hairstyles that take forever. this would explain my love for visual kei, but that's another post for another day. 

for anyone who isn't familiar, the concept of host clubs is super simple. women can go to a host club (there are soooo many in the major cities, so you have lots of hot dudes to pick from) and basically be treated like a princess. you choose who you want as your host and then proceed to spend as much as you can afford on bottle service (and lip service, lol). they'll pour your drinks, light your cigarettes, and basically sell you this fantasy that you're the most gorgeous, most important person in the world. well, until you run out of cash of course. 

there are obvious downsides to this... women have been known to fall in love with their hosts, therefore causing them to basically financially support them just to spend time with the object of their affection. and it probably starts to feel kinda shitty knowing that the only reason some guy is giving you the time of day is because you're paying for it. :(

either way, i'm going to eventually make my way to japan, hopefully with shit tons of money because between shopping for cute japanese clothing brands and bringing back souvenirs, i WILL find a way to pay a hot man to fawn all over me. 

ok, weird post over. love you, mean it. 

xo chi