China is a nation informed by archaic, and often perplexing, notions regarding race. A teeth cleansing product with a name that translates as "Black Man Toothpaste" -- complete with a smiling blackface caricature on the package -- is ubiquitous in Chinese shops.
Playing by these rules will give you the best shot of hearing the Ace of Base throwback with which you're currently ironically obsessed, "Titanium" or perhaps even your favorite Meek Mills mixtape B-side.
Your crew of cronies is waiting to shake a tail feather and they need your moves -- the way you shake it is second-to-none. Now. What you wear is up to you (little black dress? satin short-shorts?), but what you tout in your clutch should be essentials only.
Yes, they're creepy and they're kooky, mysterious and spooky, they're all together ookie...still. Catch the tour in Los Angeles and them moving on nationally until the year's end with stops in Seattle, DC and points in between.
On Polk Street, no one's on the front lines of a subculture war. Polk Street has no "code," dress or otherwise. There is no one way to act, no one bar to crowd, no one scene to be seen at. No one San Francisco subculture dominates.
Mogul Takeshi Aida, owner of the seven establishments, knows what women want. "A lot of our customers are ladies dissatisfied with relationships," he says. "The hosts entertain them. They listen, and make them feel special."