Perhaps, but this a rather poor example seeing as how its based on personal experience; my sister is and was best friends with a S. Korean girl. Every time she came home I would always yell at my sister to open the doors and windows while she was there, it took me a while to believe that wretched stench was being emitted from a living human being; when she would come back from visiting her at her house my sisters clothes smelled like it, it was so bad I told my mom not to wash my clothes with hers until it went away. Now that they both have children I can tell if they've been around each other in the past week by the way they smell.gnome wrote:Your name does suit you "intended malice"sofa_king wrote:Intended Malice wrote:They don't take to well to being attractive... I always see a massive moonface mixed with a chow chow when I see Korean women, it don't know why. Plus, the stench of Kim-chi follows them everywhere they go, they're also quite rude.profound wrote:Is there anythign south korean girls don't do??
The looks thing is, well, personal preference. I'm not into most Asian women, even then its a certain type of Japanese girl. So much of it might be influenced by the feud between Japanese and Koreans I've dealt with being around the Japanese culture in my upbringing. I don't know, but that is what I see. The rude thing stems from the myriad of times I had to do my shopping at a local Chinese super run by Koreans, which most patrons were as well, and I seriously have never met so many intolerable people in such a small vicinity in my life. And I frequent Asian areas a great deal.
They have good bbq meats (kalbi), but I was like a god damn hit man when I went in there after a few times of trying to be nice and gain a little respect as a customer, which never happened. I was in and out and directly to the grill with the rice cooker going to forget what just took place. Getting them to cut a cod up for a little fish and chips was like asking them to let me have their first daughters virginity, I swear... I can't count how many times I was almost hit by a feeble old women with her head barely above the dash in a Mercedes, Lexus or Audi, its like I had a god damn target on me or something.

