work in progress

my (cautiously vouchsafed) (politically incorrect) grouses about the (ethnic) motherland in this age of inclusivity and mutual encouragement:

• idiot smokers who can read (because a nation of super sharp streetwise folk backed up by thousands of years of culture clearly can read 🚭) but cannot make the cognitive jump to understand that IT APPLIES TO THEM and therefore destroy the peace the view the atmosphere their natural parks never mind their lungs with the pervasive clouds of tobacco, and
• the toilet situation (although this is improving in the big cities and i am grateful and certainly paper is more often provided than in some other countries) mostly because the public loos are usually wet and so strongly scented with ammonia that you are grateful the lighting isn't any better at the most pungent of them 

those are the main gripes. perhaps augmented by the fact that we fly in from fukuoka.

• a (minor because this is subjective and obviously an entire nation cannot be too wrong, right) gripe about the default decibel of conversational voice which is maximum and the default tone of conversation which is combative so that venturing into public is like going to war