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Creative Korean Advertising #20: Quit Smoking for Her? Or for Him?

( Source: Focus Busan, 29/1/10, p. 13 )

Creative advertising by design? Or just by luck?

If you look at the large black text, it reads “Now I’m getting married, so it’s time to quit.” A noble sentiment indeed, and as there are 10 times more Korean men than women that smoke, a bride rather than a groom is the obvious choice of model.

But then she is wearing the patch, and with the same text, which is a little odd. And then if you take a closer look at her face…

Personally, I think it’s actually a man’s face pasted onto a woman’s body, but my students – eager for some distraction on a Friday afternoon – were evenly divided. While I do concede that it may be a woman’s however, albeit with a rather unflattering expression, the ambiguity renders either ad concept badly executed.

On the other hand, it certainly got me to take a second look, and in turn 20 of my students. If that was the deliberate intention, then it was simply inspired!

Meanwhile, for those of you more interested in the topic of smoking in Korea itself, by coincidence earlier this week I had done the “Smoke Signals” chapter of Decisionmaker: 14 Business Situations for Analysis and Discussion (1997) with the same students, a hypothetical situation about a Korean intern at an international tobacco company that stumbles on confidential, board-level plans to encourage Korean teenage girls to smoke. While that proved too difficult for them unfortunately, I was very interested to read in “The strategic targeting of females by transnational tobacco companies in South Korea following trade liberalisation” by Kelley Lee (et.al) in Globalization and Health 2009, 5:2 later about how true to life some of the suggested strategies had been, summed up by the Korea Herald here.

( Source: Unknown )

Fortunately the original paper is still available to download if that piques your curiosity; only 10 pages long, I heartily recommend it. Alas, another that looks useful for a future post on cigarette advertising and gender I’d like to do -  “Marital status and smoking in Korea: The influence of gender and age” by Hong-Jun Cho (et. al) in Social Science & Medicine 2008, 66:3  – isn’t, so I would be very grateful to any readers with library access if they could pass it on!

(For all posts in the Creative Korean Advertising series, see here)

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Sweat, baby, sweat

As the woman behind the counter at the Korean Consulate General office on Park Avenue in New York City asked for my visa application, I realized that, in preparation for bringing everything needed to get my E-2 work visa for my job in Busan, South Korea, I had forgotten perhaps the most important piece of the puzzle after the Notice of Employment from EPIK, and sweat began to rain down my face and pool in places best left unmentioned.

The woman, seemingly sympathetic, waved her hand and said, "no problem, you just fill out another" and handed me a blank visa application.

But, it was too late. Once the sweat begins, it won't end until I am back outside in the quickly dropping icebox metropolis.

I was perfectly fine one late morning in June 2004 when, while pulling weeds during my brief tenure as a grounds caretaker for Deep Cut Park in Middletown, NJ, my boss handed me a gallon bottle of tap water and said, "maybe you should go inside and cool off for a few minutes."

Yes, I was hot. Yes, I was getting a little tired, mostly from the boredom of pulling each and every little stinking weed from between the ornamentals at the entrance to the small, 53-acre garden park, but I didn't think I was ready to pass out. The beads of sweat falling through the creases in my 25-year-old face as to look like I was bleeding tears told a different story.

I can work through strenuous activity with little to no perspiration. But, once the switch is switched, there is no turning back.

I sat down and began to fill out the visa application, wiping sweat on the sleeve of the new purple button down shirt I bought ($9.99 at J.C. Penney!) the night before for the "bookie" character in the Murder Mystery gig I had performed an hour before at a Ruth's Chris Steak House on 51st. What is with that name, anyway? Ruth's Chris? It's very difficult to say. Being "the talent," performers get their meals gratis. Mine was two four-ounce filet mignon tenderloins, rare, with jumbo shrimp. The sometime vegetarian in me cried a little with each soft, savory, succulent bite.

The shirt sleeves were quickly becoming soaked, aided by the fact I had slipped my sweater on over the shirt while at the restaurant to give any attendees that happened to pass by on their way to the bathroom the illusion I was someone else chowing down and not the man who had just been slipped a poisonous drink and had stumbled out of the room, choking. Choking on all this talent! Yeah? Am I right?!

I took off my coat (I had my coat on, too? No wonder I was sweating), rolled up the sweater and shirtsleeves and got back down to brass tacks.

Name of contact in Korea? Name of contact in Korea?? Who the hell is the name of my contact in Korea??

I began sweating again.

"Just put EPIK," said the nice woman behind the glass, referring to my employer, the government-sponsored English Program in Korea. "That's fine, that's fine."

I finished filling out the application, went back up to the woman and waited for her to look over everything to make sure it was in order. She said they would have the visa ready tomorrow to ship.

"Can I pay for shipping with a check?" I asked.

"No, sorry, only cash."

I began sweating again.

After running downstairs to the Citibank in the building to pull out the required money, I realized it probably would be easier to just come back tomorrow since I would be coming into the city to see Colleen for dinner (my first taste of Escargot. Crying vegetarian). And $20 for another roundtrip train ticket is about the same as $18.30 for Express Mail. And the Murder Mystery folks are covering my train ticket today as a work expense anyway, so I'm breaking even.

After all that, I smile to the woman and decline the envelope, saying I'll be back tomorrow afternoon. I nervously eke out a subdued "kamsahamnida" (thank you) and turn to leave, but not before a Korean woman in another line gives me a wide smile and nod. They say even the effort to speak another language is much appreciated, even if you suck at it. It's true.

I exit the building, putting my dog-eared hat back on as the wind whips through the wind tunnel of surrounding skyscrapers. The sun is breaking through. It's cold, but it's a beautiful day.

—John Dunphy

Sex and the Red Blooded Woman

Remember these?

I first came across them back in 2008, the first time I really tried to understand Korean women’s penchant for skin-whitening. While it turns out that I misinterpreted what exactly the images above were though, from a 2005 study of the relationship between female attractiveness and hormones, one of its conclusions remains the same: the redder a women’s cheeks, the sexier.

In brief, the images are 2 composites made from 2 separate groups of 10 women each from the study (out of 59), all taken on the days they were ovulating, i.e. when they were most likely to get pregnant. On the left is that of the 10 women with the highest oestrogen levels on that day in their menstrual cycles, and on the right of the 10 women with the lowest.

It sounds mean to the latter, but I’m sure there’d be little argument as to which women are the more attractive.

While I’ve touched in passing on the role of hormones in human sexual attractiveness many times before however, most notably the fact that women with (arguably) universally-attractive hourglass figures have much more oestrogen than those with other body shapes, making them up to 3 times more likely to get pregnant, I don’t mean to imply that one’s preferences in the opposite sex are nothing but a reflection of their hormone levels.

For example, all things being equal then men with high testosterone are better mates for women, as that is a good indicator of physical health. But while a great many women might find men with “masculine” jaws like Harrison Ford irresistible however, that is not the same as saying that they would automatically choose to have children with them over more “feminine” men, as those same high hormone levels tend (and I stress, only tend) to make them poorer fathers.

But ideally, women would get pregnant by the hunks, and trick other men who were better fathers into raising them, thinking they were their own. And one way in which men try to prevent this is by spending much more time with their female partners when they are ovulating, thereby ensuring that they don’t get a chance to have flings with those dashing Harrison Ford types just when they’re most tempted to (women in heterosexual relationships, take note of the extra attention right about the same time you feel like a night out with the girls!).

On the women’s side, one way to ensure that he doesn’t have flings when you’re having your period, thereby potentially having children with other women who will take some of his time and resources away from your own, is to trick him into thinking that you’re actually ovulating instead. And how best to do that?

Well, remember those red cheeks in the opening image?

I confess, I haven’t actually had many conversations with women about why they wear blusher, and invariably they’ve just said they do so out of habit, and/or that it makes them look prettier. And indeed it might, in the sense that if one associates red and pink with femininity (for whatever cultural and/or biological reasons), then wearing it would certainly make one appear more feminine. But in a new study by Ian Stephen and colleagues at the University of St. Andrews in Scotland, one more very good reason to wear it has been revealed. In short, as Jina Pincott at Love, Sex, Attraction…and Science explains, they:

…recruited volunteers of various races and asked them to digitally adjust the color tone on more than 50 faces [of both sexes] to make them look as healthy and attractive as possible. Volunteers consistently added more red coloring to the cheeks — whether the face was Caucasian, Asian, or Black. The redder the face, the more suggestive it is of oxygen-rich blood reaching the skin. The more oxygen-rich blood, the more suggestive it is of the person’s general health and youth. An old person, a sick person, a person with hypertension or bad circulation…will not get rosy-cheeked.

And crucially, the researchers also found that volunteers preferred women over men with rosy cheeks. Why?

One reason may be the sex hormones, which show up more obviously in flushed female faces. But it may also be due to the fact that men already have ruddier faces than women do — they have higher levels of hemoglobin and arterial oxygen content in their blood. As a result, the male blush is not as obvious a cue of good health and high sex hormones.

Corroborated by this study that I discussed back in May, which showed that people tend to judge the same androgynous face on left as female because it is much lighter than that on the right:

In my view then, and regardless of my opinions on its origins, skin-whitening is an enduring but fundamentally anti-instinctive cultural practice. Or is it?

Despite all the above, please bear in mind that interpretations and explanations of otherwise objective studies of human attractiveness can in practice be very culturally determined…not least my own. For example, as an impressionable 19 year-old I became a huge fan of evolutionary psychology after reading this article in Time magazine in 1995, and in turn the sociobiological explanations of human attractiveness that are its bread and butter. But just 4 years later, I was suitably chagrined by a second article in the same magazine that exposed the fact that, for one, evolutionary psychologists’ depictions of the work division in hunter-gatherer societies was remarkably like that of 1950s suburban nuclear families. More recently, Bad Science provides a scathing critique in much the same vein, including of some of the specific points I’ve mentioned in this post, and while I share many commenters’ concerns that author Ben Goldacre doesn’t seem to appreciate the differences between media reports on evolutionary psychology and the discipline itself, he does make some valid points.

So please feel free to question anything here yourself also! And I have a request: while writing this post, I realized that I’ve never actually asked any Korean men themselves if they prefer women with light skin, let alone why. With apologies for my lack of field research then, can anyone that has please let me know? I have a sneaking suspicion that it might pressure to do so might primarily come from other women rather than men, just like I recently read somewhere is the case with losing weight, so I’d be very interested in finding out.

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Quack, Quack


Today I found another way to avoid the paint fumes for 2 hours: go out to lunch with my coworkers. When they told me that we were going out to Tongdosa (a very rural town about 30 minutes away) I was confused. I mean, there are hundreds of restaurants locally. What could they possibly have that we couldn't get around the corner? The answer: a super traditional duck meal served in a traditionally styled building. At least the interior was, the outside was a bit of a mix. Fabulous, fabulous food. It's a little hard going out to eat with a bunch of people who speak virtually no English when I speak virtually no Korean but we manage. I am learning more Korean in my 2 months in Yangsan than I did in the entirety of last year.Look at that amazingness! I couldn't tell you what half of it was. To be fair, sometimes we used a phone dictionary to figure out what it was in English and I'd never heard of the English word either. Honestly though, if it doesn't have dairy in it, I really don't care.This was the view from the window of the restaurant. Yup, farm country. I actually know people who teach out there.Who doesn't love random stone artwork? Anyways, we got back to school at 2 and I battled a serious food coma for the rest of the day. This is the first day in a very long time that I've been unable to eat dinner. Seriously, it's 10:30pm here and I'm still full. For those of you that know my metabolism personally that's pretty miraculous.

And because it's been far too long since I posted some Konglish for your viewing pleasure...I actually have no idea what 'ice kiki' is but maybe it's ice cream?

I Dream of 한 국

When a person gets consumed in something, it invades every part of their brain. Suddenly, you're dreaming about spreadsheets, meetings, and the girl in the other department that you see in the lunchroom playing with her hair and talking about last night's episode of Lost.

I do not dream about my temp job (though she is the prettiest girl in the office). What I do dream about is Korean. Specifically, I had my first dream last night about the Korean language.

This is very exciting, because every part of my brain is beginning to want to successfully process the language. I am studying Korean now online at a site called KoreanClass101.com. It's very good. The premium site offers not only audio lessons and their accompanying study guides, but also review questions, word banks, a dictionary, and more. I dropped $135 for a year's access. Sure beats Rosetta Stone's $550.

The dream itself was not very exciting. Mostly, it was just visions of pages of Korean characters and my attempts in the dream to remember which one is which. What was great is that I was getting characters correct. ㅅ has an "s" sound, for example. Couple that with a vowel, like "ㅣ" and get the word "ㅆㅣ", pronounced "ssi," which is the honorific for "Mr., Mrs., or Ms." Use it for any of them. So, for example, I would be John ssi, or John ㅆㅣ. This is what I was dreaming about last night.

I was talking with Panda earlier on Skype and she asked me what is different between the preparations this time and the preparations before. I was unprepared. In 2005, I had very little life experience and really could not prepare all that much for things that were completely unknown to me -- obviously not for South Korea, but also for living truly on my own. Alfred University was nothing compared to Central Asia.

I could have tried to learn Korean but I didn't, not really. Everything was jumbled, everything was chaos. This time, things are moving at a much more leisurely pace. I have given people (and myself) time to absorb this idea of going to South Korea again. And I am actually working toward being as ready as possible (though you are never truly ready for any big change until you're in the middle of it). The option to leave if I can't hack it again is always available. I'm not going to prison. But, like my shifted perception when I put money into my savings account, I am not leaving the easy escape so easily available. The money is still mine but it's not mine. It's my savings account's. Likewise, I can leave, but, really, do I want to do that again? Then what? What is waiting for me back here?

Someone who got offended when I made fun of SnapOn Tools hats (that's a generalization) told me recently it was time for me to grow up, get a real job, sweat and suffer like the rest of us. For me, going back to South Korea and leaving too soon is not growing up. Going back, experiencing it, the comfortable and uneasy, and going there with a mental suitcase full of knowledge, is my kind of maturity.

안 영 (I think I spelled that right...).



(originally written Dec. 13, 2009)


Summary of the January Meeting


Armed with sunshine, crisp air, copious amounts of treats, and, of course, pens, we were ready for our adventures. The day began at Tongdo Fantasia with some sledding; and, although there were many collisions on the artificial-snow covered hill, I'm pleased to say that we all came out unscathed.
Next on our agenda was a visit to Tongdosa, one of the Three Jewel Temples of Korea. In addition to an insightful briefing on the temple's history by Will, we also had the good fortune of having two very kind hosts accompany us. Among the many highlights of our visit at Tongdo Temple was the ringing of the evening bell, the buddhist evening chants, and enjoying an energizing dinner provided by the temple's courteous staff.

While this did not leave a lot of time for writing, we still managed to send out four letters thanks to Thomas' forethought and planning.

Our next meeting will be February 27th - more details to come.


Delicious Daegu

 I think that in general it is is almost a requirement after a night of drinking, dancing, and forgotten memories to regroup with your partners in crime the following afternoon and piece together last night's debaucheries over a late breakfast  ... or in our case spend the entire day  doing so over massive burgers, cupcakes, hummus, and waffles ....


.. top that off with a little shopping  and you've got yourself a perfect Sunday.





These kids are living the dream. They just opened their first thrift store and we happened to drop by on their opening day. We were given cocktails and treated like royalty. We were very happy to buy their little treasures.





... and then we went somewhere else and David was swallowed by a giant heap of clothing. We haven't seen him since.

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