Coffee Girls

Often, Koreans are notorious for their hard work ethic.

Park Ji-Sung, Team Korea Football player, who also plays for Manchester, is also known as The Oxygen Tank, which I presume is an allusion to his stamina.  In Thailand, after the tsunami hit, surrounding countries, including Korea, sent in contracts to help clean up and rebuild.  The Koreans worked on ridiculous shifts, relatively speaking.  Every one who was helping in the effort, eventually came to learn and know the word ‘bali’, which in englihs means, ‘faster’.  When said two times in a row, it kind of minds, ‘hurry up!’.

What a lot of people don’t know is the average Korean businessman parties as hard as he works.  These guys work from 7am, to 8pm, and then go drinking with their boss, or work buddies til 2am, and then sleep til they have to work again.  In the words of my good friend Gloria, ‘90% of the country are alcoholics’.

Which brings me to the title of this post.  Coffee Girls.  Gumi, I have heard, is notorious for it’s copious amounts of Love Motels and accompanying businesses supplying sex.  Sex, or just good conversation with a pretty girl.  This type of thing varies.  There are Karaoke rooms which double as brothels.  Or there are da-bangs.  A da-bang is a coffee shop…that doubles as a brothel, sort of.

With the high volume of two wheeled vehicles you see zooming around Gumi, and Korea in general, you don’t often see girls driving them.  In Gumi, when you do, she’s usually wearing a skirt, and her scooter has a sign with a phone number on it. So a businessman can call up one of these ladies, and she’ll bring a (likely, crappy) cup of coffee.  Apparently, a lot of these men aren’t looking for sex.  They just want the company of a pretty lady, which is an apparant scarcity.

Brandon was telling me how there is an oncoming semi-crisis.  A shortage of women.  Some time ago people were aborting all their female fetuses because they all wanted sons to carry on their names.  Which is funny, because a lot of them have the same last names.  (I don’t usually like that stupid joke, but here it’s actually kind of funny).  It is now illegal for the docotr to tell the parents the sex of the baby before birth.

Anyhow, these men can order these women, they come by, you can have coffee, stimulating conversation about why you think Korea couldn’t beat Switzerland, perhaps have a discussion about whether had the second goal not counted, and had been called an off-side, which it was in my humble opinion, would Korea have come back to tie, or even win?  Then you can probably pay-up for a shoulder rub, or any other kind of rub I suppose.  I can only assume theres an escalating range of things on the menu besides coffee.

Brandon also mentioned, (he’s a wise dude) that a lot of these girls are probably just working off credit debt.  Korea’s apparently just giving out credit cards.   His friend, who was a foreigner, got a Visa with a $20,000 limit, no credit check or anything.  The thing would expire when he left, but still, 20 grand!

Yesterday, in one of my classes with sutdents about age, 11-13, we were talking about jobs.

“So, what do you think is the most difficult job?” I said to the class.

Sandy says “Doctor!”

Lucy says “President!”

Then Lona says “….hmm… a da-bang ajumah” (or, coffee girl).

I was astounded.  All i could do is break out into laughter.

“What’s that?” Bin says in Korean.

Lona turns to him, but I had to stop it. “No, no, it’s ok” I said in Korean.  “It’s ok.”

June 29th, 2006 | Random shiz | 2 comments

Conversations with Korean Kids

What’s your real name?
Sometimes they just don’t get it.

“What’s your real name?” Jenny asks.

“uh… Jason.”

“No! Your real name!!!” she repeats.
“uh… yea, Jason.” I says. “That’s my real name.”  I even pull out my wallet to show my Korean resident card.

“He’s not lying!” Jenny yells to the class.

“Really?” says Lex.

I bet all these kids thing that everyone is named by their English teacher.

But you’re from Korea

I was explaining to my students about how I was born in Canada and stuff.

“So I was born in Canada and stuff” I said to the class.  “Yes, Johnny?”

“Teacher, when did you go to Canada?” Johnny says.

“I didn’t have to go, I was born there.” I reply.

“No Teacher, you were born here.  You moved there right?”

“No.  I said I was born in Canada.”

“No way. You were born here.  You’re Korean.” he persists.
“No, no, I was born in Canada.  CANADA.” I point to a map of Canada I posted on the board.  “CANADA.”

He finally rescinds his argument, and leans over to Lisa and says “I don’t get it.  He looks Korean.  How can he be born in Canada?”

Finally, Jack says “His parents Korean, STUPID!  JEeeez”.

“So where are your parents Teacher?” says Johnny.

“In Canada.”

“Why?”

“They live there now.”

“…oh. Why?  Why don’t they live in Korea?”

“They like it there, I guess.”

“Why, teacher?”

“…”

I’ll say, it’s hard to sum up my experience as a Korean-born-Canadian in Korea.  If I had to, I’d say it was complicated.  My cousin Kim’s in Japan and she uses the term Stealth Foreigner.  Which is kinda nice.  I don’t get hounded by Korean students excited to see someone with round eyes.

(I’ve also been thinking about easing off the off-beat jokes.  Round-eye isn’t funny to everyone.  And if I’m to be a teacher one day, I can’t ban my kids from the internet.  THey’ll be able to see all my escapades, and dirty jokes.  *shrug*)

I got talk to often in Korean, but my Korean’s come along quite a bit.  I’m confident enough usually to stores and shit.  I never liked going in and speaking English to the peoplek working there.

Simple things, like asking to try on a pair of pants, woudl result into a conversation about how and why I don’t speak Korean and such.  Hated doing that all the time.  Don’t know why.  Maybe I feel like they have less respect for me because they think I should know Korean.  Though I never really got any flack from anyone.  The only person who did give me flack was the very first Korean grandmother I spoke to on my flight over here.

“You’re a Korean person, you should know how to speak Korean.” she said.

“But I’ve lived my entire life in Canada.” I replied in horrible Korean.

“Still, you sohuld blah blah blah something something parents something blah something.”

That was right after I helped her put her bag into the overhead.

June 28th, 2006 | Life, Life in Korea | 1 comment