Okay so going through these stories reminded me of a girl I use to be friends with. It’s not as bad as some of the stories on here, but she was/probably still is way weeaboo.
She would give all her friends Japanese nicknames (mine was Hana) and she’d call herself Neko-chan. She like to pretend she was a cat sometimes and glomp people in the hallways at our school.
After high school she dropped college and did nothing but update her Facebook and watch anime and draw really crappy anime girls with lyrics written like it was craved into a desk with a straight edge. She would always saw things were super kawaii and post pictures of her and Hello Kitty plushies.
Not only did she lapse into broken Japanese at random point, but mixed in broken German in there as well to add to the flurry of indistinguishable languages due to her horrible pronunciation.
This picture was last year. She hasn’t updated her Facebook in months but I remember this status very clearly before I deleted her weeaboo ass. Enjoy.
Note: She’s in the red, I’m in yellow. I proceeded to tell her that there is no such thing as “German anime”, only anime that’s been translated into German.
Watching Hetalia, does NOT make you a history expert.
A few things before you read;
If you spoke to me for about, 10 minuets, you would be able to tell I love history. I have a few anger management issues, also me and this weeb are not on good terms as it is.
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…..I can’t help but wonder which is worse: the actual comment, or the playlist she’s commenting on. -_____-;
Anon: I’m Japanese apparently
This isn’t as horrific as some of the stories here but it’s still rather weird.
As I’m interested in cultures of other countries, I often use some of my free time to do my own research on different racial groups. One day I went to an anime convention with some friends. It was a usual convention there were some good cosplay’s and some…not so good cosplay’s. There was also a Dealer’s room where people would people could purchase Manga’s or Plush dolls etc. and this is where I came across…her.
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How NOT to Deal With Fanfic That You Dislike
I go to a tiny little private school with tightly-defined cliques. Basically, interating with anyone outside of yours is seen as heresy. I’m kinda the odd person out in my class, I wind up with a girl who’s both kinda a bitch and my best friend (completely irrelevant to this story) and… some desu-as-fuck weeb. (G)
I guess that it would only be natural that G was atracted to S and me; my irrelevant friend spent six years of her life living in Japan (Her dad’s in the military) and I am the only one in the eighteen-person class who knows what anime is.
A bit about G: One of her favorite anime is Hetalia, and her OTP is RussAme. She cannot stand to see this pairing bashed and thinks I’m ‘baka’ for being a casual fan of USUK and RoChu, even though I’m as much a RussAme fan as I am of those two.
Also, never, ever , stray from her ideals of what it should be. Ever.
I found that out the hard way.
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This was on the new Studio Killers song, Eros and Apollo.
A More Happy Story
Note: This isn’t targeting a certain weeaboo, but it has to do with the topic.And this is a more positive story, as I felt there needed to be some “awwww~” moments. :3
So I was hired to work at a booth for Anime Central selling anime plushies, hats, figurines, and whatnot. The people I worked with for this booth was my booth boss, a Chinese man, the boss’s mother, another girl, and a Japanese guy named K. I worked mostly with my boss and K, while the other girl and the boss’s mom worked at another booth.
On the first day, I was cosplaying. In the morning we were all setting up the booths and I noticed that K was awkward around me. Not socially awkward, but more I had a feeling he was ignoring me, or trying to avoid me. He replied with one word answers and almost never showed eye contact. I figured he was just shy so I brushed it off. I later figured out that he had a deep hatred for weeaboos, and he probably thought I was one, because I was cosplaying. I was cosplaying as Mikuru Asahina, the waitress version, from “Haruhi Suzumiya.” I didn’t think I did a bad job…I mean I had the hair, circles lenses, the entire outfit, and I did my make up as well. I’m guessing since I went all out, he thought I was a mega-weeaboo.
I mean I don’t blame the guy. He was a young, Japanese, anime-loving guy who looked pretty cute without his glasses, and had brown fluffy hair that made me want tousle it like a father would to his son. I can imagine a lot of weeaboo girls probably fangirl over him at cons. He spoke perfect English but had a slight Japanese accent…perfect weeaboo bait. However, the fact that he assumed I was a weeaboo kind made me frustrated. I mean I like anime, but I’m not super obsessed. I went all out on my costume because I’m a beautician and I study Esthetics in beauty school, we pretty much go all out or nothing. So finally, after a few hours, things were a bit dead, and being bored, he ended up talking to me since there really wasn’t anything else to do. I decided to grab the moment and take the time to explain to him just how much I actually know about Japan. I made an effort to emphasize that I DON’T claim to know fluent Japanese, I just know a few phrases thanks to a Japanese ex and of some anime; I KNOW that I am 100% white and not Japanese one bit; that I don’t think Japan is the God of all countries; I KNOW that there is more to Japan than just anime and sparkly bishies, that yaoi is not based on real-life situations in the gay community and is extremely fantasy-like. I listed as much Japanese etiquette as I learned and could remember, showed him my pronunciation of the Japanese phrases that I do know…etc. etc. etc. I pretty much said anything I learned. Needless to say I am actually well-informed on Japan and try my hardest to learn more so that I don’t ever look stupid or ignorant if I ever decide to vacation there.
After a long talk, he told me he was actually very impressed, and that I was the first American anime-fan and cosplayer he’s ever met that was, well, not a weeaboo. After that, everything lighten up and we were more open with each other. He actually got a little fanboy-y and asked for picture of me doing Mikuru Beam and whatnot. At the end of the day we became good friends and he even treated me to dinner that night. :)
The rest of the weekend, he and I laughed, talked, flirted a little, took pictures, made faces at each other, sang Japanese songs listening to his iPad, and pretty much acted like we’ve known each other for years. We also poked fun at the weeaboo topic by looking at each other and going “[name]-CHAYUN, YOU LOOK SO SOO-GOY AND KAH-WAH-EE DAY-SOO NAY, UGUU~.”
Point of the story: Being a weeaboo, despite what they think, is actually a turn-off for most Japanese people, no matter how “kawaii” you think you are.
D: That WAS charming, nice story
I found this on iTunes. The user had other playlist such as ‘what happens when I eat chocolate after 8:00’, ‘Sanrio Cuteness!!!!’, and ‘TECHNO AWESOMENESS!!!!!’. Most of the stuff in the playlist were from ‘Japan Animesong Collection’ (people singing popular anime openings), DDR albums (only the Japanese songs of course), and DJ Satomi.
The “weeb onee-sama”
In my first year of high school, my family moved and i went to a completely new high school, in a completely new neighborhood. I didn’t know anyone at school. I was really bad at making new friends, which sucks. Then came the school’s anime club. I am a regular con goer, and an anime enthusiast, so i figured that it wouldn’t be very hard to make friends there. that is where i met my Weeaboo Onee-sama. She is a year older than me, and she seemed really cool at first, we bonded over the animes we’ve watched, and our love for cosplaying. Then i got to know her a bit more and that’s when things started going down hill.
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