I managed, however, to dig up two related posts: the first on White Day, when men in Korea and Japan (and Taiwan?) buy romantic gifts for the target of their affection; and the second on Black Day, a concocted Korean holiday when those who received nothing on Valentine's Day or White Day commiserate by eating noodles in a dark sauce. The former is entitled "Beware the Ides of March," which is a delightful coincidence since I've lately been watching the HBO series "Rome."Sphere: Related Content
By the time you read this, if you were supposed to get your beloved a Valentine's Day gift but didn't, you're screwed. Best to convince your loved one that you are waiting until White Day, which could be a tough sell if you're a woman.
Having somehow avoided having girlfriends on or around February 14 while living in the United States, I haven't gotten anyone anything for Valentine's Day since Jerry Brown was governor, when unwritten social custom in elementary schools was that you got Valentine's Day cards or gifts for everybody, regardless of gender. That's right, kids: even in the 1970s and 1980s, the Democrats were trying to undermine family values by foisting same-sex relationships on an unsuspecting public school-going populace. This is why we need school vouchers — now!
So I've been one of those people who dated people who recognized White Day, including North Americans and New Zealanders I dated in Korea. For someone like me who was painfully shy* about telling girls in whom I was interested that I was interested in them, this was a safe way of avoiding any embarrassment by going out on a limb and giving a gift to a girl who was not going to reciprocate.
This year nobody gave me anything for Valentine's Day, which can mean only one thing: the past year has really taken a toll on me and I've finally crossed the threshold from adequately handsome to unattractive. I was hoping I'd manage to age as gracefully as Harrison Ford, but I guess it's all downhill from here. I will die sad and alone unless I adopt several orphans who will be forced to love me.
[left: I was hoping someone would greet me at my door dressed like this. No such luck.]
Maybe I can reverse this. I've been reading a lot about resveratrol, a particularly potent antioxidant found in red wine that some scientists are cautiously referring to as a potential fountain of youth. The idea is that a daily dose of this stuff, can help you live 30 to 40 percent longer, like a lab rat.
Resveratrol has been isolated as the salutary compound of red wine by researchers who have studied how the French can smoke and eat fatty foods as much as they do without turning into Americans.
Up until the resveratrol breakthrough, the best recommendation doctors could offer was to go to France and live a French lifestyle, but the downside of that was living amongst French people, a deal-breaker for most of the world.
So since last week I've been taking my daily ounce of resveratrol. It tastes mediciney, like diluted cough syrup (which one of my high school classmates would regular consume in order to get buzzed). If all goes well, this guinea pig will still be blogging well past the year 2109.
Of course, by then the guardians of the K-blogosphere may have figured out that "Kushibo" is in fact an entity rather than an individual: a series of people connected with Korea who have been anointed with this venerated title for a period of no less than three years, after which they can choose to continue writing with the Kushibo nom de guerre or find another suitable pundit to take up the proverbial pen in their stead. Basically like Zorro, but with a blog.
Either way, I'll see you all at the Kushibo Fest 2110. Cheers! (And in honor of an anonymous presbyter-turned-saint of ancient Rome whose deeds and reason for martyrdom are "known only to God," Happy Valentine's Day!)
* People tell me I'm full of crap when I say that I was (and still am) painfully shy about telling girls I like them. Hello? Anonymous figure hiding behind a computer screen, right here!