I spent all weekend watching bad Chinese dramas, so I decided to up the ante by testing my reading skills. Today I went to a Chinese bookstore, determined to buy something that I could limp my way through.
The bookstore employee pointed me to some children's books, which were too easy. She pointed to some novels, which were too intimidating. Finally, she directed me to the comic books area. As I slowly picked my way through, I could feel her eyes boring two holes into the back of my skull. I actually broke into a cold sweat because I didn't know where to start.
Now, I'd like to think that I can appreciate different types of art. Japanese animation should be no exception. I'll admit that I have watched my share of anime because it appeals to my inner escapist. But crouching there, sifting through shelves and shelves of comic books, I felt like a giant pervert. Each comic book I picked up featured a scantily-clad girl with breasts the size of air balloons. I started to wonder, where do we draw the line between art and pornography? I guess it just depends on the individual and the intended audience.
I did finally purchase a few comic books that did not feature any naked women stretched out over the cover. Mission accomplished!