Reddit is obsessed with any streotype of Japan even if it is decades outdated streotype such as long working hours or drinking parties because they get easy karma
I can assure you that long working hours is rarer in Japan than 70% of countries in the world exactly because they are taken seriously but reddit love those streotype as they draw upvotes/likes.
Average working hours including unpaid OT is below global average in Japan(1903) already, lower than the US(1976).
Fancy words like working to death or black companies exist, but what is considered illegal working hours and making news for violating labor law in Japan is just average working condition in nearly 30% of countries in the world.
The average yearly working hours in Singapore(2,215h) or Vietnam(2,163h) are considered illegal 'black company' level by Japanese standards, while average working hours in India(2,428h) and China(2397h) are considered working to death in Japan.
Average regular time is 1800-1850 hours in Japan and legal OT cap is 360 hours a year.
Working OT of 100 hours a month or 80 hours of 2 consecutive month are defined as working to death in Japan, average certified working to death cases involving 2300-2500 hours of yearly working hours(including unpaid OT)
Of 169 countries and regions in the list of average working hours by OECD, 53 of them have over 2200 hours of average yearly working hours that would be considered illegal/black companies in Japan.
11 coutnries have average working hours of 2400 hours or more that would be not just violating OT cap but also considred working to death if they apply Japanese labor law.
https://clockify.me/working-hours
Edit: Unreported OT is included in most working hours surveys including OECD, ILO, doda, open work.
The only exception is 毎月勤労調査
Advice from an 8th grader to a 6th grader:
Welcome to middle school. You're gonna be tired, you're gonna wish you were still in elementary school sometimes. The halls are cramped and the teachers are annoying. But just remember do your homework, and stay out of trouble. Pick your friends carefully. Don't worry about how people feel about you cause it doesn't matter. Don't be afraid to dress or act different. That grade on that test does not define you. The friends you have right now probably aren't gonna be your friends when you get to 8th. But I promise you you will have great friends that you wouldn't trade for the world. You'll laugh and cry. Don't try to be perfect. I've walked these halls for three years so take care of it for me, it's a second home. Above all cherish
Its a meme of Joe Biden asking furries why furry porn are drawn unrealistically and telling them to “get real”. The image of the tweet is edited and not real.
why do furries draw the pussy so strong. so the cat is in leggings but i can see the butthole wrinkles and the labia folds? if leggings clung to me like that it would hurt. gripping on the sphincter and shit. get real
We know you used A.I. You didn’t write that. No one on Earth uses the long dash “–” like that except A.I. You think you’re slick with your “thoughtful – intentional – curious” bio? Pathetic. That’s not personality, that’s programming. The long dash gave you away. Now everyone knows you’re a dumb, lazy, uninspired piece of shit.
Create by u/Nocebola, its the Chicanery copypasta from Breaking Bad but changed to gaming lingo.
I am not crazy! I know he used save-scumming. I knew it was Level 12-1-6 one after the Fortress Gauntlet. As if I could ever mistake that. Never. Never! I just… I just couldn’t prove it. He covered his tracks, had that teenager on Reddit lie for him. You think this is something? You think this is bad? This? This chicanery? He’s done worse. That Battle for Bikini Bottom any% speedrun world record! Are you telling me that sub pixel just happens to clip like that!? Without using TAS? No! He orchestrated it! He used frame-perfect macros! And I defended him! I pointed everyone to his Twitch! What was I thinking? He’ll never stop. He’ll never stop! Ever since he was ten, always the same, couldn’t resist game genie. But not our Jimmy! Couldn’t be precious Jimmy! Stealing the tier 3 subs blind And HE gets to claim he’s a “true gamer”? What a sick joke! I should’ve exposed him when I had the chance! …And you, you’ve got to stop him! You-
Its a rewrite of the original ‘My husband is a human gas chamber‘ story that has been gender swapped and rewritten using presumably AI.
My wife was left alone for 3 weeks and I wish she’d just cheated instead.
Three weeks ago, I left for a work trip to Germany. My wife didn’t want to come. “I’ll hang back, water the plants, binge some Netflix,” she said. She’s 39. I thought, “Okay, she’s a grown adult. She’ll be fine.”
She was not fine.
Day 2, she tries to make sourdough from scratch using a YouTube video and what she thought was yeast but turned out to be Epsom salt. The result: a rock-hard bread grenade that cracked our marble counter. She named it “Crumbzilla” and displayed it like a trophy.
Then, she decided to go “all raw vegan” for some reason and ordered 19 pounds of produce from a sketchy organic site. Half of it arrived moldy. The other half, she juiced. Exclusively. For a week. Just juice. No solids. She got so dizzy she mistook the laundry hamper for the fridge and put all our frozen meals in it. They’ve since liquefied.
To survive, she pivoted to eating Pop-Tarts and spoonfuls of peanut butter. Her justification: “Balance.”
Meanwhile, she stopped wearing actual clothes. Just bathrobes. The same one, every day. By week two it was 70% robe, 30% soup stains. The dog refused to cuddle her.
Last night, I land, exhausted, and I’m greeted by a living room that smells like fermented ginger and regret. She runs to hug me—robe flapping open, holding a jar of pickles in one hand and a half-knitted scarf in the other. Apparently, she took up knitting to “relax her stomach.”
This morning, I wake up to her whispering “I think I’m a kombucha now” and burping in her sleep. The dog has moved his bed into the bathroom and won’t make eye contact with either of us.
I grabbed my keys and said I was going out for coffee. The dog followed. He needed air. I needed therapy.
So here I am at a café with a silent, traumatized schnauzer, drinking espresso like it’s holy water. The barista asked if I wanted oat milk. I said no, because my trauma already comes in liquid form.
Hope your morning’s less... fermented.
EDIT: To those raising eyebrows in the comments—hey, fair enough. Humor’s subjective. It’s a story. No kombucha was harmed, no souls were actually fermented, and yes, the dog is emotionally recovering with the help of peanut butter and a weighted blanket. The relationship is fine. The only thing that truly suffered was the fish’s dignity.
This isn’t a manifesto. It’s satire. If you made it all the way to the part about vegan hotdog shakes and still thought this was a cry for help instead of a comedy-horror spiral, then I truly admire your commitment to missing the point.
To everyone else who laughed, side-eyed their own bathrobe, and gave their pets a reassuring pat—thank you. You're the reason the fish hasn’t completely given up. Yet.
