Why gaijin shouldn’t wear yukata (and why we do anyway)

It is summertime here in Japan which can only mean one thing!... well actually it means quite a few things. Mosquito bites for one, and weather so humid that clothes aren’t removed so much as peeled off, but I digress. One of the enduring appeals of Japan is the spectacular fireworks displays, and the unusual juxtaposition of old Japanese culture with its more modern side. So whilst the atmosphere has probably changed little over the years, the glow of thousands of mobile phone illuminating the surroundings provides a poignant reminder of just how much times have changed.
Of course yukata are a big part of what makes the fireworks festivals appealing to so many people. The chance to reconnect with Japanese history is something that many of the younger generation are not interested in, but the yukata still carries the symbolism of old Japan. So, as foreigners in Japan, why do we feel the need to claim something so distinctly Japanese as our own?

For a person who has owned as many yukata as I have, I remain moralistically torn on the issue. On one hand it is appealing to try to assimilate yourself more deeply into Japanese culture, to experience something new and to feel as though you are part of an event rather than merely a curious bystander. On the other hand a gaijin in a yukata sticks out like a single middle-aged man at a Hannah Montana concert.
In a purely practical sense though, I have learnt my lesson. Unless you have a yukata technician with you at all times I strongly recommend caution. Fireworks displays inevitably involve plenty of walking, often shuffling through sardine-packed train stations and squeezing though small streets. Whether it is due to the thickness of westerners’ legs or lack of proper training, chafing is an inevitable evil. Vaseline is a necessity unless you intend to walk in a John Wayne gait for the next week. Likewise geta, though impressively authentic, seem designed to tear every possible tendon in the feet of a gaijin.

The real danger though is the unintentional ‘Marilyn Munroe’ moment. Due to suffering from the afore mentioned physical injuries, I foolishly decided to loosen my obi in an attempt to alleviate my pain. A strong gust of wind ensured that the traumatizing of many a young impressionable mind.
Please people, remember to wrap up tight this summer. Or, like me, you risk setting back the cause of foreigners in Japan for another 50 years.











