As we were speeding towards Osaka, I was talking to my guide about Japan, she was around 35 and looked 25; apparently she was not married and had an affair, but broke it off as it was too much of an effort. A growing number of Japanese women are now postponing or forgoing marriage, as they want to escape domestic drudgery.
The percentage of women who work in Japan is higher than ever, yet cultural norms have not caught up, and Japanese wives and mothers are still typically expected to bear the brunt of the housework, child care, and help their aging relatives.
So they are increasingly opting out of marriage altogether, focusing on their work and newfound freedom.
Statistics reveal that in 2015, one in seven women remained unmarried by 50 years; in women aged 35 to 39, the percentage was even higher.
At present, the norms have changed so much that businesses cater to single women in particular. There are single karaoke salons featuring women-only zones, restaurants designed for solo diners, and apartment complexes that target women looking to buy or rent homes on their own. Travel companies book tours for single women, and photo studios offer sessions in which women can don wedding dresses and pose for solo bridal portraits.
Our guide said, shrugging her pretty shoulders, "When I have a good job and am enjoying my life, why should I get married?" I tried to give a covert, meaningful glance at my husband and the other two male members, as we came from a country where the norm for single women is still a novelty, but they conveniently were pretending to be admiring the landscape around us. LOL !
I felt that if this is the mood of women inspite of some men wanting to pitch in and help more, employees are still expected to devote most of their waking hours to the company, making it difficult for many husbands to participate much on the home front; no wonder the birth rate was declining.
We stopped at a place called Izumisano for lunch.
The restaurant was very small almost like an Indian dhaba.
There were frames of Indian idols on the walls along with an elephant figurine outside.
We sat down at the tables; only we two were non vegetarians and the other two couples were vegetarians
Immediately, neatly packed yellow towels were placed before us , we were told they were oshibori. These were hot towels offered to clean our hands.
The practice of offering a wet cloth to guests apparently dates back to the Heian period in Japan, when households would provide a wet cloth for visitors to clean their hands before entering the home. I was reminded of our Indian custom of washing the feet and hands with water kept in a bucket before stepping into a house.
Throughout our travel in Japan, we found these towels hot when it was cold and cold when the weather was hot. Some places had special herbal-smelling towels and were invariably pristine white.
We were supposed to unwrap the little white towel, use it carefully to wipe hands, and place it against our eyes or temple to refresh before the meal. Luckily, we were used to getting these towels on a few airline flights and so managed this ritual gracefully enough.
We were given menu cards with the items printed on them and prices given; this lunch we had to pay and the travel agency would be giving us the rest of the meals till we returned. Though we were forewarned that Japan was a costly country, we reeled under the shock of the bill for rice and chicken curry.
Our guide and driver were having their Japanese food and using the chopsticks very dexterously. Around 25 billion pairs of Waribashi (disposable chopsticks) are used in Japan each year, equivalent to the timber needed to build 17,000 homes.
I found them loudly slurping their soup and found out that it indicated their appreciation for the soup
I came out of the restaurant and saw to my surprise , delicious food items displayed in glass cases outside. I was wondering why intricate food bowls were displayed, which would invariably perish and have to be thrown away at the end of the day.
This, I came to know, was sampuru or “sample,” This waxy, fake food being made of vinyl resin and silicone has been around for nearly 100 years and, over time, has evolved beyond restaurant windows.
This plastic food is exquisitely created in Tokyo in a place called Kappabashi; in fact those samples are very costly.
A simple cup of green tea is 3,600 yen and a single Onigiri rice ball is 7,000 yen. Full main dishes go up into the equivalent of hundreds of dollars, like 52,600 yen for a platter of sushi for four.
Wherever we travelled in Japan, we found these Sampura displayed, and we found it very easy to select a piece and ask for that item.
The percentage of women who work in Japan is higher than ever, yet cultural norms have not caught up, and Japanese wives and mothers are still typically expected to bear the brunt of the housework, child care, and help their aging relatives.
So they are increasingly opting out of marriage altogether, focusing on their work and newfound freedom.
Statistics reveal that in 2015, one in seven women remained unmarried by 50 years; in women aged 35 to 39, the percentage was even higher.
At present, the norms have changed so much that businesses cater to single women in particular. There are single karaoke salons featuring women-only zones, restaurants designed for solo diners, and apartment complexes that target women looking to buy or rent homes on their own. Travel companies book tours for single women, and photo studios offer sessions in which women can don wedding dresses and pose for solo bridal portraits.
Our guide said, shrugging her pretty shoulders, "When I have a good job and am enjoying my life, why should I get married?" I tried to give a covert, meaningful glance at my husband and the other two male members, as we came from a country where the norm for single women is still a novelty, but they conveniently were pretending to be admiring the landscape around us. LOL !
I felt that if this is the mood of women inspite of some men wanting to pitch in and help more, employees are still expected to devote most of their waking hours to the company, making it difficult for many husbands to participate much on the home front; no wonder the birth rate was declining.
We stopped at a place called Izumisano for lunch.
The restaurant was very small almost like an Indian dhaba.
There were frames of Indian idols on the walls along with an elephant figurine outside.
We sat down at the tables; only we two were non vegetarians and the other two couples were vegetarians
Immediately, neatly packed yellow towels were placed before us , we were told they were oshibori. These were hot towels offered to clean our hands.
The practice of offering a wet cloth to guests apparently dates back to the Heian period in Japan, when households would provide a wet cloth for visitors to clean their hands before entering the home. I was reminded of our Indian custom of washing the feet and hands with water kept in a bucket before stepping into a house.
Throughout our travel in Japan, we found these towels hot when it was cold and cold when the weather was hot. Some places had special herbal-smelling towels and were invariably pristine white.
We were supposed to unwrap the little white towel, use it carefully to wipe hands, and place it against our eyes or temple to refresh before the meal. Luckily, we were used to getting these towels on a few airline flights and so managed this ritual gracefully enough.
We were given menu cards with the items printed on them and prices given; this lunch we had to pay and the travel agency would be giving us the rest of the meals till we returned. Though we were forewarned that Japan was a costly country, we reeled under the shock of the bill for rice and chicken curry.
Our guide and driver were having their Japanese food and using the chopsticks very dexterously. Around 25 billion pairs of Waribashi (disposable chopsticks) are used in Japan each year, equivalent to the timber needed to build 17,000 homes.
I found them loudly slurping their soup and found out that it indicated their appreciation for the soup
I came out of the restaurant and saw to my surprise , delicious food items displayed in glass cases outside. I was wondering why intricate food bowls were displayed, which would invariably perish and have to be thrown away at the end of the day.
This, I came to know, was sampuru or “sample,” This waxy, fake food being made of vinyl resin and silicone has been around for nearly 100 years and, over time, has evolved beyond restaurant windows.
This plastic food is exquisitely created in Tokyo in a place called Kappabashi; in fact those samples are very costly.
A simple cup of green tea is 3,600 yen and a single Onigiri rice ball is 7,000 yen. Full main dishes go up into the equivalent of hundreds of dollars, like 52,600 yen for a platter of sushi for four.


























