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About Saitama

Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

Early life

Yamada Waka, a pioneering feminist writer in Taisho and Showa. Japan, was born in a small farming- fishing village near Yokosuka.

After that, I head back to the clinic, and guess what? My assistant, Yuki, spills coffee all over the floor. I’m like, “Yuki! What’s wrong with you?!” She just laughs and says, “At least it’s not on the patients!” True, but still! I can’t deal with this chaos.

Special Talk: How I Met? How I Thought?: My Research on Waka Yamada, Modern Japanese Feminist