When something you know suddenly becomes estranged

I almost broke into tears during the second part of the JS lecture.
Host clubs.
It's not about the kind of false dreams intricately woven into beautiful lies to con these women into parting with their hard-earned money. Neither is it about the heart-wrenching stories behind the glitteri and D&G. It’s… this entire façade built by both the men and the women themselves to deceive, guess who, the women. Of course, I was mercilessly bombarded by the hard and cruel fact of those lives along the streets of Minami, Osaka. Everyone’s heard about the girls who sell their smiles and bodies, but what about the otokos with the starched suits and umbrellas serving the women in host clubs? Who’s interested in their stories? We’ve always been viewing the men as perpetuators of the ‘industry that sells smiles and sex’, but have we ever peered into through the doors of these kurabus to see what’s going on? Sure, there’s definitely enough sleazy activity going on, but who’s listening to the boys? Who’s listening? Or what about the girls? Are we always stereotyping these customers as middle-aged women with stashes of money to shower these ‘flower boys’ with, when in actual fact a large portion of customers are young ladies with small paychecks. Yet for the sake of indulging themselves in the beautiful lies and gentlemanly disposure of these ‘hosts’, which they claim to be absent in most Japanese men, they were willing to pay for that ‘temporary love’ they claimed money could buy. And, sad to say, many turned to the flesh trade in order to fuel the drug-like addiction of being loved.

*sigh*

It's like thinking that you know alot about the men and women, when actually you've just stupified yourself.

It’s no wonder why I’ve been somewhat listless recently.

I need more little tickles!