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A few weeks ago, I asked my 13-year-old son, who is also learning Japanese, to check over my Japanese homework. At my request, he dutifully stopped what he was doing and in perfect-pitch Nihongo mumbled めんどくさい (mendokusai) - which loosely translates to “bothersome” - under his breath and with an audible sigh, proceeded to point out every single mistake I made on said homework. With enviable speed and a dramatic flourish of his Frixion erasable pen, he proceeded to make my paper bleed blue and then went back to playing Roblox with his friends. I’d labored overly long, and had felt relatively good about my homework until he made me wish I hadn’t asked him to look it over in the first place. And not for the first time, I asked myself if attempting to learn Japanese at my big age was nothing but a pipe dream.
With enviable speed and a dramatic flourish of his Frixion erasable pen, he proceeded to make my paper bleed blue and then went back to playing Roblox ...
I’ve lived in Japan for over five years now. When our family moved here in 2019, we’d planned on staying for only two years so I wasn’t overly concerned with learning the language. I’d had a few months of Japanese lessons but Covid upended all of that and I was happy enough to toss around a few key phrases, content to rely heavily on Google Translate for everything else. Besides, way back then, Tokyo was preparing for the 2020 Olympics and in anticipation of people the world over descending on its shores, English and other foreign languages were easier to come by in civic life than ever before. The crowds never came of course and revenge travel was still a future concept, but the prevalence of foreign languages while welcome, compares in no way, then or now, to my experience growing up in New York City where on any given day you can encounter people from all over the world, hear any number of languages spoken at any given time, and everything from utility bills to subway maps can be easily had in Cantonese, Tagalog, Spanish, Arabic, Russian, French etc. What it does mean is that if I so choose, I can live my life in Japan without learning Japanese at all. But to truly live somewhere and build community, learning the language is a must.
And yet, learning a new language has never come easy to me. I studied Spanish in high school, and took almost a full year of American Sign Language as an adult, but I remain pathetically monolingual. The only time I got even remotely good at Spanish was, unsurprisingly, during a brief period when I spent a lot of time hanging out with a group of friends who almost exclusively spoke Spanish. And despite having had approximately one solid year of continuous lessons, and logged hundreds of anime (always subbed, never dubbed) and other Japanese media hours, I panic anytime I have to speak in Japanese. I struggle to remember simple vocabulary words, mangle sentences structure, and butcher tenses and conjugations.
But here’s the thing. Japanese is hard. It has three, yes three, writing systems - Hiragana, Katakana and Kanji. Hiragana has 46 characters and is used for native Japanese syllables and sounds. Katakana also has 46 characters and is reserved for borrowed words or sounds not native to Japanese, onomatopoeia, or to indicate emphasis. And finally there is kanji. 😱 Kanji are logographic characters that represent concepts or words adapted from Chinese script used in Japanese writing. There are literally hundreds of thousands of kanji. 😱😱 Approximately two thousand of which are recognized by the Japanese Ministry of Education as the standard for functional literacy. Furthermore, just as we use capital and lowercase letters in English to cue the reader for change, a different sized character in Japanese script can determine if a word is spelled with double consonants or pronounced with an almost imperceptible for non-Japanese speakers to pick up on pause between syllables. (Oh, hey chiisai "tsu" 小さい「っ」.) 🥴 I’m not even going to begin to talk about the many, many, many different levels of politeness and different word choices that must be used depending on with whom you’re talking to. Or counters ... IYKYK🥴 🥴
In one of my first group lessons, one of my classmates remarked that she noticed that many of her female classmates would spend lots of time perfecting the written portions of their work but rarely spoke up in class. By contrast, a majority of her male classmates seemed more likely to try to speak the language even though they’d yet to master it. These are of course the observations of a single student (who happens to also be multilingual) but it lines up with my own experience. Fear of sounding foolish has kept me from trying to speak -and I’ll admit my written Japanese is not too shabby.
Later that evening, after he checked my homework, I asked my son if he had any advice for me to improve my Japanese. He smiled at me and said simply, “Just get good, mom.” I think of his comment often. It reminds me that in order to get good, I have to get comfortable being bad. That said, I’m committed to going all out at being really bad at Japanese in 2025! がんばります! By my calculations, I should be fluent in about 10 years 😌.
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I watch a fair share of anime and recently embarked on two series in part because of the theme songs performed by Japanese hip-hop duo Creepy Nuts. Their single, Otonoke, is used in the opening sequence for Dandadan - a manga turned anime about two high school students: a girl who believes in ghosts but not aliens, and a boy who believes in aliens but not ghosts, who team up to fight and exorcise ghosts and aliens. It’s super referential and the animation and art direction is high level. The other, Mashle: Magic and Muscles, is so ridiculous it’s kind of fun. It’s a sort of mash-up of Harry Potter and One Punch Man (imo) about a kid born without magical powers in a magical world who instead develops his physical strength to superhuman levels to compensate for his lack of magic. He’s also obsessed with cream puffs. 👾 👻
It took a couple of false starts to get into Butter by novelist Asako Yuzuki but by the third try, I couldn’t put it down. Set in the recent past in Tokyo, the book centers journalist Rika Machida’s efforts to get an exclusive interview with a woman accused of causing the deaths of multiple older, wealthy lovers. Loosely based on real events, it explores contemporary issues of gender, food, fat, work culture and interpersonal relationships. One of the highlighted quotes used to promote the book is a quote attributed to the killer: “There are two things that I simply cannot tolerate: feminists and margarine.” 🧈
Did you know that the state of California depends in part on incarcerated firefighters to battle blazes? Here’s a look at some of the state’s female inmate firefighters, some of whom earn less than $2USD per hour. 👩🚒
Here are two ways to help victims of the Los Angeles, California wildfires! Go Fund Me has a dedicated area of verified fundraisers and the California Fire Foundation Wildfire and Disaster Relief Fund directly supports surviving families of fallen firefighters, firefighters, and the communities they serve. ❤️🩹
TELL ME:
Do you speak another language? Anyone watching Dandadan? Let’s talk about it in the comments. 💁🏽♀️
Brave is right! I like what you're doing.
As one who spoke English first in Central America, because my parents were from the English speaking Caribbean, I went through a sorting process in my brain. So, when I was out of the house, I spoke in Spanish, and spoke English at home. Not to mention, I have some French Caribbean roots, so there is some Creole mixed in there.
Then, I was made to attend a bilingual school which cemented both languages. As a result, having to come here, as a fourteen year old, I became very curious about other languages in high school. I had the privilege of going to a school that taught Latin; referred to as a "dead language"(like the Dead Sea Scrolls). Well, that dead language opened the door to other languages to learn or comprehend.
Therefore, I studied Latin and French in high school; then Portuguese in college. I was very tempted but I did not pursue Italian. I can understand a great deal of Italian, however.
Additionally, I am able breakdown many words in English because English is composed of many languages: German, French, Latin and perhaps others.
Somewhere along the way, I picked up some Greek. Not enough to have a conversation, but to again, figure out word meaning.
Then you have medical and legal terms, some of which, are not too difficult to figure out, either.
Fitting in... yes...yes...
So, there I was. Speaking Spanish fluently with an English surname; working as a Bilingual Teacher in the Public School System in NYC.
I was asked more than once, "Where did you get that name?
That question always gave me the creeps. It was as if to say that I had no right to be that way.
My brown skin placed me in one or two groups, then there were other characteristics to scrutinize, if one wished.
Among Latinos, my name was a problem. Among Blacks, I wasn't because I spoke Spanish. A real trick bag.
Well, I survived. I am still here and I've met so many people that wish they had learned another language.
In this multicultural, multi lingual world, one should learn more than one language where and if possible, just because.... one never knows, do one?
Experientia docet( Experience teaches). Latin
Paz y felicidad, a todos en 2,025( Peace and happiness to everyone in 2025.) Spanish.
And what does it say on some coins? E pluribus unum.(And all for one) Latin.
Au revoir! ( Until next time.) French.
Loved this piece! I applaud your bravery in stepping out into the world of a new language. Though hesitancy is there, that’s us wanting to meet our own expectations. It is hard for us not to be hard on ourselves. But, we know the deal, we have to fully commit or it won’t happen. One of the things I observed over many years as an artist teaching students from Pre-K to adult, was that students really wanted to execute really well the image of an idea that they held in their mind. Those that made a decision to jump in, whether it was clay, painting, printmaking (whatever it was, it was all new to them), they were going to try. They plunged right in. We looked at the work of various artists so they could see different ways that artists had worked with that medium or topic. I guided them through a creative process, exploring the materials or mediums to see how they worked; and understanding the value in exploring possibilities and their own ideas. Then they began the exploration of figuring it out. They were beginners. However, they had made a major decision, to begin, to really try this new thing.
Those that wouldn’t let themselves really do the preliminary work of exploration, understanding how the medium or materials worked or explore ideas, but wanted to jump right to completing exactly the image they saw in their mind of what their work should look like, often had a challenging experience. Not what they wanted. They didn’t let themselves begin as a beginner. Not until they actually did the preliminary work of exploring the medium, their ideas and imagination with no preconceived high bars to meet, did they begin to understand the joy of really creating something. Of learning something achieved through a creative process. They stepped over those high bars they set for themselves, if not really just erased them.
Young children love to learn, imagine and create. They are naturally motivated. The joy is in the doing for them. They usually learn languages easily. We, as we get older, begin to make lots of decisions about what we’re ’good’ at (based on so many random things) and try to avoid those things we feel we are not. Learning a new language is huge. But how huge, how daunting is going to be greatly affected by our ability to let ourselves learn it. Explore it, as beginners. Figure out the basics of how it works. Try it out. Be bad at it (as you realized) till we, ‘just get good’ as your son said. The learning, as in art or really anything, is in the doing. Using it, saying it and conversing with people….it will definitely take some time. Please applaud the fact that you have begun. Stay positive. You are in the process of creating something new in your life. I really so very much applaud you on this journey! Loudly I applaud!