Sex Slaves for German Nazi Dogs

I loved my students when I lived in Japan. They were generally hard working, diligent, conscientious and pleasant. Not always, mind you. But, generally so.

Every now and then I would come upon some that most certainly weren’t the brightest light bulbs in the chandelier.

For whatever reason Japanese like t-shirts that have something written on them. And if it’s English, that makes it really cool. Anything in Roman characters is cool - French, Italian… Most Japanese think it’s English. Kind of like Westerns and their affection for Japanese/Chinese characters. One of the girls in my classroom here has the Kanji for COW on her leg. If she only knew.

In the West, we care what our t-shirts say. We wear them to make a statement. The t-shirt I have on now is from my son’s university.

In Japan, it doesn’t matter what the t-shirt says, Japanese will wear anything.

Every now and then I would have to call a student out into the hall and have them turn their t-shirt inside out. The writing on their t-shirt just wouldn’t do. In one incident I had to send a young lady to the girl’s restroom to turn her shirt inside out. For obvious reasons, I couldn’t have her do it in the hallway, right?

What the t-shirt said - “I was a sex slave for German Nazi dogs.”

No kidding.

I think these kinds of incidents are called ‘teachable moments.’

The moral - read your shirt! Oh, and check out the meaning of that Kanji you want tattooed on your body, too.