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.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.They listen to them, help with their younger siblings.They show no outward signs of troublemaking in school.They both carry Fendi bags that match the black DNKY jeans they have cut down into short-shorts.They're cute as in Hello Kitty cute, not the sexy nymphs they think they are with their expensive name brand clothes. Summer vacation is going to end in less than a month; their book reports aren't even started. The ringer is a song by the hip new band, Dragon Ash. It's a rap-love combo, moaning about, what else - not letting life get you down. Life never gets them down and it takes Mariko less than a second to whip open her cell phone and whisper "Moshe, moshe." A few minutes later, as Yumi fixes a few loose strands of her dyed auburn hair, a four-door white Honda pulls up.
Much later, they flow back home a little wasted on Asahi Super Dry beer, in need of a shower but 8,000 yen richer. Sure, there is suspicion, but no one wants to confront it. Do you think these girls will be the scamps of the village? You will see something incredibly normal, maybe even boring.
No one wants to admit that it gives the girls freedom and lets them get away from the familiar sights of their village. "Once," I lie, not wanting to get her off the subject.
No one dares utter that the girls can investigate their sexual passions. The next question I want to ask will make or break my relationship with the girls.
What Yumi and Mariko do at night and on the weekends, and how they behave in their daily lives, is a bizarre phenomena occurring all across Japan, from the cities to the inaka.
No place is without these types of girls, including the town where I live.
Before the child ever gets to school it will have received crucial, almost irrevocable sex education and this will have been taught by the parents, who are not aware of what they are doing.