lessons to learn

I should have realized it when I walked into the train and no one was sitting on the practically empty bench. I should have recognized the ridiculous hair, the sparkling shoes, and the Louis bag. But I sat down anyway, and three minutes later I was treated to three baths: hair spray, cologne, and more hair spray.

She was taking up half the bench with her stuff, and was thoroughly prepared to complete all of her toiletries on the train. She had a mirror, a brush, a curling iron, all her makeup and hair care products. By the time she had finished, her hair was three times larger than when it started (per popular girl hairstyle rules) and her face had become a darker shade of orange, with the obligatory red lips and sparkling blue eye lids, of course.

Really, Japanese young women need to stop going to clown school for their fashion advice.