So I'm watching Aljeezera (no shit, they make some kick ass documentaries) about Japan. They talk about the low marriage and birth rates (yo, Japan, stop wasting 60+ hours a week at work with your thumbs up you asses and go get laid) and they talk about people who just gave the fuck up. Evidently J-woman are a huge hassle for these herbivore pussies... er.. men and some have just given up.
Ever hear of life size dolls??? Now take that image and mix it in with Nippon-batshit-crazy-lonely-herbivore-men.
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET
Not sure if that kid is impressed by the doll or freaked out by the grown ass man with his arm around it.
You know damn well that dude's jerkin off (or worse... whatever that could mean) to these life sized adolescent anime... things. I mean WHAT DA FUCK.
Not sure weather I should blame J-women for being hard to get (I don't know... never dated one) but Jesus Christ what happened to that dude to give up pussy for plastic? I think I'd be gay before I self identified an 'mannequin'. I'm not really blaming this 'collector' for being a collector. I'm sure he's got a ton of money in those things. What gets me is that he's ATTACHED to them. Like in a relationship. I mean I like my toys. I love my dogs. But to give up on human companionship for plastic... no.. just no. And at this point he's to far gone... could you imagine what a date would think if she saw those things???
But the really sad fact is that I could recognize the doll/character and tell you what anime they were in.