All too often, stereotypes get a bad rap. We almost feel bad for using them. But then we come across articles like this New York Times pice on young Japanese expats in New York to restore our faith in stereotypes.

When you walk down St. Mark's Place, look at all the fresh faced Japanese youths, do you wonder if they have individual hopes and dreams? Do they represent a different Japan from the uptight suits in Midtown? Do they shatter our preconceived ideas about a nation of brand name-obsessed, Engrish-speaking, photo-snapping clich s? In short, no, no, and no.

It was a mild summer morning when she arrived at Kennedy for her flight home. She had bought a second suitcase for all her purchases — 30 pairs of Tommy Hilfiger socks for friends back home; a crystal statue for her ex-boyfriend's mother; a stuffed bear for a grandmother; jewelry for her mother and sister; and for herself, dancing shoes and piles of new clothes...

Alternately crying, then finding something to laugh about, then crying again, Ms. Mimura took out her camera.

She wanted to remember the moment.


See, we wouldn't have stereotypes if they weren't true.

Escape From Japan [NY Times]