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They are sort of like the big boom version of the sex lines that were so hugely popular in States during the 1980s. " Mariko giggles and shakes her hips like she's doing a defunct version of the mambo. This body's had a baby, girl," I say and wiggle my hips back at them. Then, like all scandals, the frenzy around this one died down, and enjokosai faded again into the background.
The difference is that in the States, women ran the lines and the interaction stayed there. With less coverage and no real changes, the ignorance grew and the abuse continued.
Mariko and Yumi, in a sense, are like the typical Japanese teenagers that I have come to love. The only rule the girls break is that they have cell phones hidden in their book bags.
They are filled with controversies on the inside - worried about college placement, boyfriends, club activities, new videos, print club, fashion, and independence. Tiny, not even the size of a face powder compact their grandmothers used at the same age, these cell phone make them distinctive, catapult them into adventure and make possible their new, money-making pastime.
- Dr Mary S Calderone by Jennifer Liddy Two girls spread out on the sidewalk in front of the 7-Eleven 24-hour convenience store.
They look comic with smudges of Channel purple metallic lipstick on their front teeth. See how she clings to her cell phone for dear life. The driver parks by the curb and flips on his hazards.
Their Dior sapphire-blue eye shadow drives their eyes inward, making them look a little like cross-eyed circus clowns. Her eyes scan the train station across the street, checking out a man's ass here, sizing up a woman's style there. Yumi heads over to car and yells over her shoulder to Mariko. Let's go." Mariko, always meticulous, marks down the time and date in her cell phone's digital calendar.
The girls operate pagers, cell phones, and computers to arrange "encounters" with older and often married men. Since most Japanese own one, a teenage girl walking around with one attached to her ear does not attract attention. "Can I ask you something personal," I start, crossing my fingers behind my back, "Are you expected to have sex with the dates, you know, the men? "Girls never kiss and tell," Yumi giggles and swings a new Gucci bag over her shoulder.
Cell phones have the added bonus of keeping the "dates" on low down, something that keeps enjokosai a side option for any teenage girl hoping to buy that highly sought after Gucci belt with matching boots. " Mariko and Yumi both roll their eyes at me and are silent for a minute. I can feel them slipping away and shutting down their confidences with me. During the early 1990's enjokosai was a hot topic with the media.
It's past midnight but the air is balmy and smells of sea breeze, grilled meat and train exhaust. She wears a Gucci, triangle-cut, tight, short-sleeved, powder-blue T-shirt with psychedelic butterfly decals.