Keep this predicament in mind if you ever go to a festival in Japan, Adam. Yukata (and kimono) have a whole host of nuances and formalities, and among them: the outline of your underthings is a major faux pas. (And no, foreigners don’t have an excuse; you frick up your yukata, you’re in deep Mulch).
Pressing issues?
Like snaps on clothing that are a $#% to close yet pop open for no explainable reason.
Dry cleaners who never get the pant creases right.
Those french coffee makers that leave that fine powder floating in your cup and a brown moustache if you are a chugger instead of a sipper.
*blinks* What?
If you were the next Dalai Lama you would know wisdom beyond underwear.
Keep this predicament in mind if you ever go to a festival in Japan, Adam. Yukata (and kimono) have a whole host of nuances and formalities, and among them: the outline of your underthings is a major faux pas. (And no, foreigners don’t have an excuse; you frick up your yukata, you’re in deep Mulch).
To be brief, I suggest you start another boxer rebellion.