Videos for acclimating the mentally handicapped into mainstream society.

When I first saw this video, I thought it was a video to help the mentally handicapped acclimate into society. I mean, remember that girl from elementary school who had to wear that helmet on her head everywhere she went because she was prone to seizures and would fall and hit her head, and the teachers and staff had to send memos around the students houses not to make fun of her? I thought this was the same kind of thing.

Seriously...I cant get past 0:50 in the video without laughing.
"Jumping! Jumping! Everybody!"

I thought that this was the way they got retards in Korea (I know, how can you tell retards from general population in Korea) to do calisthenics. I mean...it looks like they are retarded, right?
I'd whack-a-mole on them with 7 inches of flaccid dick every time they bopped up and down.

But I digress.

Then they are in Noksapyung subway station. I thought this was to show retards how to ride the escalator safely and buy tickets. You can see that they didn't teach them not to bump into other people, because...hey...if they cant teach the Koreans who are only socially retarded (i.e. all Koreans) not to do that they have no chance with only retarded Koreans, right? Right?

And notice how all the girls are short and about the same height, and not pretty? They lump them into categories and make pop bands like they did with The Monkeys in the 60s.

You know they have to wear those fucking helmets everywhere they go in public, right? How fucking annoying for those poor girls. You know there are entire groups of male groupies that want to fuck them with those helmets on.

"Oh, c'mon! Please! Just wear the helmet. It makes me so hot."

 I'd cream all over the visor. She better get that visor down in time next shot.

Anyways...enjoy....everybody!

You have a blue eye.

Oh...well, thank you or noticing. What am I, heterochromatic? Do I have a pirate's patch on?
If I had a baek won for every time I wanted to smash someone's face in for saying that I had a high nose, I'd have enough for my girlfriend's high nose surgery.
But Mr. Baek, every the Korean say you look like the Barad Pitt.
If I looked like brad pitt do you think I'd be in your funny little country teaching your funny little asses the language of your cultural conquistadors?
You have hair on your arm. There again: it's actually on both arms...and Mr. Kim, would you please stop stroking my arm? You are creeping me the fuck out.
Are you grow the beard?
No. This is what a man looks like when he hasn't shaved for a few days. This is man style, not that Chosun dynasty official look, this shit gets Grizzly Adams....again, like a real man gets.

Remember: women will always go for the most attractive man before getting married, then settle on a less attractive man. Men will fuck every women that they can get their dicks on, but settle for a more attractive woman for a wife, i.e. you'll be banging a lot of 4s and 5s before you settle on the 8.

Now think about the above paragraph and the huge implications of your being in Korea. If you get it, post in the comments.

Back in the Land of the Moaning Clam?

 

I might be back in Korea now; I might not. Might you go fuck yourself? You might.

For those of you currently in Korea, the Land of the Moaning Clam, the Armpit of Sparkle (both of these are trademarked, so fuck off KTO, not you Lee Charm, cause I wanna party with you), you need a way to release your stress. Since it is so easy to get laid in Korea, I imagine you probably have a girlfriend, possibly even several. Are you a mulitdater? You cad. Do tell me more.

There is drinking, too. For a dollar, you can set fucked up quickly on soju. You can also use it as satin remover, pepper spray (in a squirt gun with a tablespoon of gochu garu), boot polisher, all-round bathroom cleaner, so it has many uses, not the least of which is to decimate several functions of several very necessary organs to human survival.

But Mr. Baek, there is always beer! No, brown soju in a squeeze bottle bearing the name Shite or some other shite name is not beer.

Did you know that the rumor going around the foreigner circle back last millennium was that soju is not actually organic? That it is just chemicals mixed together and bottled? Plus think about it: should you really be drinking something that will get you fucked up for a dollar?

I have a rule: I do not drink soju under any circumstances whatsoever. You shouldn't either. Promise me that you wont.

I also do not drink with ajoshhis...as a rule.

"But Mr. Baek, I drink soju in a cut off pop bottle mixed with fruit juice in Shitaewon. It tastes great and it's cheap."

Yes, cheap like you, sir, and 1989 called....they want their wine coolers back.

You have to keep exercising though. The combination of not exercising and drinking and eating a lot at night, two things that happen with great frequency in Korea, will get you way out of shape and fuck up your health. Find a gym that you like. Don't ask me, though....I used to switch health clubs on a monthly basis. For a variety of "Koreans-are-assholes" reasons. These include, and they are all different clubs that I belonged to:

1. The owner smoked constantly in front of the glass doors to the gym. When asked to smoke somewhere else, he became hostile and yelled at me, asking if I wanted a refund. I did.

2. Ajummas complained to the owner that I had the window open in front of the treadmill and wouldn't close it. It was late spring. I wouldn't close the window. Next.

3. Small shower room, so not enough room for me to take a shower, and the ajossshis to spit luggies.


4. California Wow closed all 3 Korea locations in the middle of the night, even though I had seen them selling memberships that week. Lost 7 months of a membership.

5. Lack of machine and weight maintenance.

6.  The staff threw away my brand new pair of Nikes.

7. When I rejected the friendship advances of a very boring and weird ajosshi (boring and weird is most ajosshis), he made it very awkward for me at the gym, insulting me in Korean to his friends, and right to my face in English.

8. Too hot to work out ; poor ventilation (several places).

9. The guy who worked there, this was in Seoul, but he was from Pusan, threatened to beat me up one day at the gym. I had the wife call and he got reamed out by the management, but I was getting dirty looks by the other Koreans, so it was awkward and I left.

There must be others, but I cant recall now.

My point is, people, that you need to release stress whilst in Korea  or your going to end up killing a ajosshi or two.

Why do you smile so much-e?

I have had many different jobs in Korea in many different areas: restaurant, finance, automotive, and of course, education...or what passes for English language education in the Land of the Moaning Clam. In fact, what originally brought me to Korea and what originally brought me so much contempt for Koreans was teaching.

I got in trouble once in the first few months that I was in Korea for laughing at an older student...repeatedly. This guy was an ajosshi in his late 30s-early 40s maybe; it's often hard to tell because when an ajosshi hits 28 or so (in regular human years), he is just an ajosshi. His wife hands him to 2 packs of 88s in the morning, and she won't see him until the next morning when she hands him his 2 packs of 88s. The rest of the time consists of smoking said 88s whilst doing some menial "salaryman" work some of the time, sleeping at the desk after lunch,  then getting tanked on that libation that would clean stains off your clothes and rust off your metal if you let it, soju, with those same sad sacks he works with all day....and talk about boring work-related shit.
Fun.

Now, I smile a lot. I just do; I always have. I think it comes from the increased amount of attention that attractive people receive. The first week of class at the hogwon sees a class equally made up of ajosshi business men in $50-$75 off-the-rack business suits (laughably, some with gold buttons) and university girls from the local women's university. It's like mixing household chemicals together: you get a really toxic mix.

So this guy asks me why I smile so much, this being the first week of class and we are all still getting to know each other, and I reply that life is great, nature is great, everything is groovy in my world, man, all of that. He nods his head in understanding at me, and dons the cringe-worthiest, smarmiest, most horrible pressed lipped smile that haunts me even until this day. Picture the artist Rain as a dried-up 30 something Korean who reeks of cigarettes and underachievement.

I didn't laugh then, but as the month-long class wore on I did...and often, and uncontrollable right in front of him. You see: from that personal revelation of mine that first week through to the last and final class, ajosshi kept that winning smile beaming at me directly at all times, from walking into the classroom, until my exit from the room. There is no way you wouldn't have found that shit amusing.
But I did get reamed out by a Canadian manager who had Korean management reaming him as well. That job didn't result in a second contract.

XXX

The range of this guy's acting is impressive. He is able to project so many different and uniquely complex Korean emotions with only his appearance. In the first picture, you have his "I-don't-understand" look. In the second picture, the incomparable "I-STILL-don't-understand." See how he did that, with only glasses as an added prop. This guy IS the Korean wave.

I feel compelled to post

What are you still doing here? Why did you come back? I told you that it's over. It's over. I've left Korea, and I'm back in a much better place, albeit with jack-booted thugs in positions of authority.

Then why am I still involved with that Korean woman? Well...that's complicated. I am not a total racist yet. I can't really break up with her because she's Korean. But she is Korean. Yeah, but you know...she's different. She's not the typical Korean.
You've said that yourself, haven't you? EVERY time you date another pure-blood Korean.
"Well, Su-ji is different. She's not like the other Koreans."
Like choices or lifestyles had anything to do with that.
Deep down, she's been brainwash, and they did a damn good job. You've seen the Anti-Japanese paintings done by nationalistic-by-nature Korean Kindergarten Kids (that's the KKK to you and me).

Look around you for fuck's sake! You're on the subway with a carload of Korean zombies, already too oblivious to other humans not to bump them out of the way, every way, each day, but now you've got them zombied the fuck out on internet tv, chatting, or playing some mind numbing video game.
It's too late...your girlfriend has already been turned.
It's too late for you to have her scared straight out of being Korean. You'd have a better chance with those religious freaks slapping the cock out of the mouths of faggots with their bible and proclaiming them free of all impure cocksuckery.
No. You can't break up with someone because of their race. it isn't like I just found out about it.
"Oh my God! You're Korean!"
I try to get away from Koreans, but:

ER visit with woman I was in the middle of having sex with in Korea

"Why you say bad about the korea? Korean people so kind. Korean people very friendly, but we hate the Japanese. Please understand my culture. We were made to understand theirs...repeatedly."


I don't have much to write about pertaining to Korea or Koreans these days. We keep our Koreans in line in the neighborhood I live in. They don't flaunt anything Korean (except for white cars). Well, to clarify: we keep them in line, but we cant really de-Korean them now can we?

You know what Baek, In-je says: you can take the Korean out of korea, but you cant take korea out of the Korean.

There are a couple of Koreans who live on my block. I had seen them around. The second that I knew they were Koreans, before I had even heard or seen anything to tell me they were of the Cookie-Cutter Race, was when they walked past my place. The woman looks up at my house, sees me in the window, turns to the ajosshi, says something, then they both look up at me in my window.

I swear that it took every ounce of strength and fortitude of upbringing, class, and superior genetics not to flip them both the fuck off.

That's soooooo Korean!

Ok...the point of the headline: I want you, the readers, to submit stories like the ones I write or even better, like Jake at Expat Hell write. Since I don't have much to say about korea, not being there now, I want...we want to read your stories. Email them to baekinjeshow@yahoo.com
 

What's with the door slammers?

Pet peeve number one in Korea has to be the door slammers. What's the deal here? Whether at work or at home, some Korean has to slam the door every time they come or go. It's like living in a country of Asian toddlers.
Two separate workplaces there were numerous door slammers. Imagine working with your back to a door that get periodically slammed open and closed without warning. Some of the DAKs open the door and let it fly, damaging the wall in back of them and causing a great deal of noise. I messaged a woman at work who repeatedly did this on a daily basis, and the return message was a laugh.  Of course, you can't complain to your DAK boss as he'll just think that the white guy, the foreigner, wants special treatment. The waegookin asked you to do something...ker ker ker.^^.
If you live in an apartment and there are door slammers, either threaten them with an impending beatdown or move. Asking them to not slam doors will not work.
If you ask a Korean to do something or not do something, even if it does not put them out (i.e. shutting the door quietly takes very little added effort), they will not do as you say, for if they do, then you have power over them.
That's some fucked up shit, but this attitude is pervasive in Korea.

And now, Korean Nazi cosplay cause Koreans think that it's HILLAROUS!  Notice in the first picture that the gun is pointed at the stomach of the fag in the overcoat. Those guys MUST have searved in the ROK army. (Who the FUCK does this kind of shit?! Oh...right...Koreans.

They are a stubborn and willfull people, and I guarantee you, if you piss one of them off and they can get revenge against you, they will, even if they have to tell bold faced lies that crumple on examination and they are forced to re-tell the lie, or simply change the lie right in your face.
The very first apartment that I lived in, which I lived there for almost three years, was quiet and had a view. It wasn't the most bug-free, but this is Korea; any older apartment is going to have bugs. I would choose bugs over noisy (and nosy) Koreans any day of the week as, as of this date, Killing bugs is legal but killing Koreans is not.
So next time you find that cockroach by himself, give him a good beating and maybe he wont slam his door anymore.

Scientifically simple

Koreans call it a "scientific alphabet," but if you understand hangul, and you can read it, it is a very simplified alphabet; more so than anything else by a long way. It is more like what you might learn by sending away to one of the pages inside an old comic book, next to the x-ray specs and Sea Monkeys. Think about it: 95% of the alphabet is rigidly pronounced, with only a few blended consonants and double vowels that are pronounced unconventionally. I taught myself the alphabet in 6 hours; a smart guy could do it less..alone....but better between shags. Yah, baby.

If you want me to teach you, email me.

Should you marry a Korean woman?

(Shaving her eyebrows had unintended consequences for young Ji-young)

First lets see where the comments are falling, then I'll write up the post. I will use your comments and/or questions when I write the post.  So I will throw the question out there: Should you marry a Korean woman?

Please Tell Me this Is Not Really Happening

 

 

 
I have been sitting here for several minutes thinking of something to type. Can someone please explain what is going on in these pictures
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That's not your parking space.

I had a 1992 Hyundai Elantra manual speed transmission.

 

I know. You're impressed, right? The car was eleven years old, but might just as well have been a bar of soap because no Korean would even have bought this product of blood, sweat, and kimchee. Sure, you might have been able to find eleven year old cars around farms, the poorer neighborhoods, or just got missed, literally, by that little old ajumma who drives her Hyundai to The Church of the Neon Red Cross on Sunday mornings.

 

I had three requirements in a motorized vehicle whilst car shopping:

1. It had to be domestic. They are the easiest and cheapest to fix.

2. It had to inexpensive. Mine put me back $400.

3. It had to be maroon. Ok, it was maroon to begin with, which is awesome.

 

Parking my vintage Hyundai was a problem in the neighborhood. You see, I didn't know this at first, but Koreans actually own the public land in front of their Soviet-style, Eastern European, dog box apartments. That's right. The DAKs think they own the parking places in front of their apartments. A lot of ajosshis drill chain links into the street, attach a ghetto-style concrete block, and have that block sit there guarding ajosshi's parking space whilst he wastes his time at work working for a soulless chabol in a mind numbing, low pay, thankless, unskilled irritating, Sisyphean hell that is the Korean office.

 

So, one day I parked my maroon vintage Hyundai in front of my apartment building. I left my phone number on the dash, as everyone does, because we are all friends, right?  ^^ I open up a 40oz. and start lining up my side dishes and rice for dinner. I get a frantic phone call before I can eat. I answer the phone, and right away this ajosshi is screaming my license plate number over the phone. I really can't make out a damn thing he is saying as: a) this DAK was screaming into a cell phone; and b) I could also hear him both through the back window and through the closed, bolted hollow steel door.

 

I go down to the car and there is a mid-30s ajosshi standing in front of my lovely Hyundai. A small door, smaller than a normal door is open behind him. OK, got it. He is the downstairs neighbor and I am too close to his door perhaps.

 

"No. No, foreigner. Please understand my culture. This parking space in front my apartment on the public street is my parking space."

 

"I live here," I retorted.

 

"So do I," he replied.

 

And with that, I smile, shrugged my shoulders, and went upstairs, cracking another 40 from the fridge.

 

Drunk. I slept. In the morning, there were key marks all down the side of my car. That stupid motherfucker. It was so painfully obvious that it was him. At least wait a few days before vandalizing my car; it makes it seem so much more random.

 

I was pissed off, but it was not all that surprising. I figured he'd want to have it out one way or another. Make a Korean angry or upset, and that anger will ferment and get ripe, just like right before some Korean goes batshit crazy on society. Fermented and overripe Korean inner hatred for all things.

 

I would have to retaliate. But I would wait a few days. After a late night of drinking in the university district, I stumbled home. As the apartment came into view, I saw his car parked in the disputed DMZ of our shared shitty back alleyway. I looked for something to scratch his car. What I found was a large pointy rock. I pressed it into the hood of his car and gouged. To my surprise, without much effort the pointy rock drove a deep groove into the hood. I thought about how cheap that car must have been to be made so pliable.

 

I never heard from that man again. I guess he looked at his Hyundai and looked at my Hyundai, and realized that my car was the unwanted orphan of the Please Understand My Car Culture Wars.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reconstruction Of Flight 214 Crash

If you can make out anything that stupid DAK pilot says besides 214 and I'll buy you a beer.

http://www.break.com/video/reconstruction-of-flight-214-crash-2491768

Korea's Unique Please Understand My Driving Culture

"Run you over, or run you over town, it makes no difference to me."    
    
I saw a guy get hit and killed in Bucheon...at the time it was Pucheon. The Koreans fucked that up, too. Ok...it is on the line #1 to Incheon.

There is a big main street that is perpendicular to the Pucheon subway station. Four lanes going towards the station  and four lanes going away. I was just hanging around the area, as I had lived in Won-mi dong years before. I walked through the main shijang, looked at the old apartment. I was walking back to the subway station at the time of the accident.

  This ajosshi sees a break in the traffic and he decides to run across all eight lanes of the street. So, he's running across the barren street, but waaaaayyyyyy down the street on the other side in a far lane is one of those little blue vans they have, the kind that you'd just love to write "FREE CANDY" or "FREE (SHITTY KPOP BAND OF THE MONTH") TICKETS on the side then start hanging out in front of schools.


Ajosshi keeps a steady run across the street, and a blue minivan Komurderist (Korean + Motorist) keeps jamming down his side. Standing in front of it all were 30 to 40 people, maybe, waiting for various buses at a bus stop. We all collectively watched as the ajosshi ran directly into the path of his speeding death. The blue minivan Komurderist never slowed down, never deviated from his path; he just ran into that poor ajoshhi, who flew up two meters in the air before slamming down to the pavement on his back, one of his arms reaching to the sky like you see boxers who get knocked out do, before dying in front of us all.

Some people screamed. Some people cried. But this gave way to a general rage at those who had seen this guy mowed down and killed. The common people all began screaming and yelling at the driver who had given us all a refresher course on please understand my driving culture.

I don't know what happened after that. Being a person of a sensitive nature, I didn't want to be amongst the Korea horde at this time. Those in the crowd fell within three different types of Koreans: those filled with the rage of 3000 years of Please Understand My Japanese Culture on Your Peninsula...and Women; those who just wanted to look at the death and car damage, not feeling at all for the poor dead ajosshi or his wife and 1.3 kids; and girls crying, grapping their oppas and pathologically repeating "Awe toe kay!" 

If I can give all my readers one piece of advice and they would follow it, it is this:
Never be the first or the last person in the crosswalk....ever.

And never jaywalk. You just give some komurderist a free pass to introduce you to their please understand my driving culture, then probably send a bill to your family before your corpse can be repatriated.

Be safe, dear brethren...be safe.

I'm going to go ahead and call this one.

The pilot will claim that the glide slope was not functioning. It will be proved that he lied and the glide slope will be found to have been working fine. So, 2 died and 61 were hurt because ajosshi didn't want to follow the glide slope?!

Living, not just breathing, eating, and shitting

Mr. Baek sounds a little bit drunk this week. I think he was smashed last show, too.
BTW (OMG^^)...the last sentence, did you, the viewers, understand what that sentence means the first time you heard it? I'm curious as to what goes over and what doesn't sometimes.

Thinking of marrying a Korean woman?

I have no idea why he seems to have hiccups.

Should I Marry a Korean Woman? The Baek, In-je guide to either marital bliss or an absolutely painful and slow demise

New video on Saturday, June 8, 2013.
Wake up, put your robe on, and sit in front of the computer like this was the Saturday morning cartoons, kids. Kind of the same thing; you have the same life skills and verisimilitude as cartoon characters: the touchy-feely ajosshi, the no-bra, low-tittied ajumma who elbows people for comedic effect, Korean women with a face full of plastic surgery and more make up on than a war party who strangely look less human than a Brat's doll.

Comment Moderation Removed

Ok, the gloves are off, boys. Bring it on.

Farewell South Korea: Hub of Smegma

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-pBd8hm-Bo

Miss Daegu 2013: Plastic, Indentical Stepford Wives

You want to know exactly how sick Korean society is? Look at all the identical contestants for this year's Miss Daegu pageant. The winner will go on to the Miss Korea pageant. A few of the girls look different from each other, but it still looks like a few different women in different dresses. This is not what Korean women naturally look like. I saw no broad African noses, no U-line jaws, and no tiny little eye slits. This is fucking scary. I suggest to all my readers that you not get married to a KKKorean woman until you see her high school pictures. You could be marrying a monster with a skilled doctor. Only in Korea.

It's a MOTHERFUCKING Clone Parade.

Korea: Twice the Pride, Half the Dignity

http://imgur.com/gallery/1IoM5AK

The Wisdom of Bruce Lee

Suck on that Koreans, you materialistic, soulless, vacuous, vacant, unpleasant, angry, racist, unhygienic, open-mouth coughing, closed-heart, low class, self-hating, plastic surgery addicted, cheap, low rent, short legged, myopic (literally and figuratively), small breasted, small dick, can't grow facial hair, penciled in Vulcan eye brows, kimchii, soju, body odor smelling, lack of empathy, pushing, shoving, vomiting, spitting, zombie, baby capsule consuming, dog eating, wife beating, inefficient, ineffectual, self loathing, viral terrorists, environment wasting pieces of human dog shit.

L.A. Dodgers pitcher Ryu, Hyun-jin picks dead skin off his fingers on national TV

Video of the dead skin finger picking on national television provided in the link below. You should make sure you have eaten before watching this. No, wait...make sure you haven't eaten before watching this. It's really just another adjosshi who is too ignorant to know that this is not acceptable behavior in a civilized society like America, and it very unhygienic and disgusting. Please undersatnd MY culture.

http://mlb.mlb.com/video/play.jsp?content_id=25967055&topic_id=8878826&c_id=la&tcid=vpp_copy_25967055&v=3

Four Korean marriages and a recommendation

The Baek, In-je Show for March 21, 2013

The 5 Words that a Korean Women Will Say that Will Get You Laid Every Time

South Korean Starcraft Player wants to jack off a little before the competition

http://www.break.com/pranks/hand-gestures-best-done-at-home-2423524

Korea's Intangible Cultural Asset #69

Viewer requests for Baek, In-je show topics

If any of the followers of this blog would like to submit suggestions for future show topics, please do so in the comments. Also, if you would like to see Mr. Kim or Miss Kim as co-host, please let me know that as well.

I'm pretty sure they both love the cock.

Koreans buying shit they can"t afford

Yellow Sand for Sunday, March 10

It looks like the yellow sand is under 100ug/m3. I think it is better for going out and about today. Anything under 200ug/m3 is ok for outdoor exercise. The KMA website starts its warnings at 400ug/m3, but that is just absurd. That means the air is totally fucksated with that shite. Whatever.  

Have a great Sunday.

A Korean Love Story: Part 1

Sir, tailor made suit for you, sir. Gashmere coat?

     I had a suit made in Shitaewon in the late 90s. The tout that stands in the alleyway 30 meters down Itaewon Street from McDonald's is the same tout who touted me, hooked me...whatever. I got touted.
     He took me into the arcade downstairs and we picked out the fabric. He called a tailor who came and took my measurements. I told him that I didn't want the suit to be tight; that's a deal breaker. The suit should fit well. "Of course, sir, of course". I gave him W20,000 as a deposit. I figure if they fucked up the suit, that was all I was willing to lose in the transaction; and less than they would lose at any rate.
     I go for the first fitting, but neither the tout nor the tailor was there. This guy was a Korean ajosshi in his mid-to-late 30s. He was put together kind of well, so I figured him for a guy who went to the gym....or a gangster. The suit was nearly completely finished, which is not the way it is supposed to be done. The suit should be half made, with the internal stitching showing and pinned together in some places so that it can be altered easily. 
     Fucking amateurs.
     How do you think the suit fit? Tight, right? You see where this is going, right?      
     The tailor comes and he marks up the suit. I reiterate to the ajosshi that I don't want a tight suit. It was especially tight around the back. I couldn't freely move my arms. If I gained 5 pounds, I wouldn't have been able to wear the suit. If I got any bigger at the gym, which is what happened, I wouldn't have been able to wear the suit. "Of course, sir, yes, no problem, sir."
     I went back for the second fitting and it is just a little bit better than the first time. But the jacket was still tight across the back. They had cut the material too close to the measurements, which might not have been so accurate (imagine that). Ajosshi is not pleased, but he is civil about it.
     Third fitting and I don't think they did anything to the suit. It fit the same. I replied the same complaint as the first two fitting, and this guy lost it. He screamed at me and punched a few yards of fabric, sending them flying to the floor. He had that angry ajosshi look on his face, the one with the grinding teeth. I started taking the suit off and told him that I was going to walk over to the Itaewon police box and tell them about his behavior. He changed his behavior and calmed down a little bit.
     I was going to write off the W20,000 and not show up. But I was pretty convinced this guy was connected, and that would mean that I pretty much could never go back to Itaewon, or risk getting hurt. Plus, they could try to come at me for the money legally or illegally.
     I went for the fourth fitting and the suit fit a lot better. It wasn't perfect, but it was a lot better. I ended up paying the money and taking the suit. It was definitely a fitted suit, that was for certain. But I did wear it for many years and it was well worth the price, which was W180,000 if I remember.
     In conclusion, I cannot recommend buying a tailored suit in Itaewon, or Korea for that matter. Plus, these days, every Korean ajosshi has a cheap, shiny, mass-produced suit for which he paid W30,000 to W60,000. They look horrible. "Polyester suit, sir?" You might as well be my Aunt Rosa Lee in that poor fabric shit. Bespoke tailored suits in Korea have gone the the way of Hooker Hill....tits up.
    If you are going to get a really nice bespoke suit made, there are several very reputable shops in Bangkok where you can get a suit made with excellent fabric, super 120 or better, for a very reasonable price. I had a suit made in Hong Kong, but it was expensive and the tailor tried to cheap me on the materials. If interested, I might be able to find the websites to a few places I have gone to in Bangkok. Tell them Baek, In-je sent you.   

Viewers' Questions Answered

Upcoming Show...Baek, In-je will answer viewer questions on the air

Please post your Korea-related questions in the comments section and I will answer them on a show next week. Also appearing next week, the lovely Dokdo dancers.

Stop Fucking with Korean Jesus

They do know they're going to hell for making Jesus look Korean, don't they? Seriously, this makes me violent. Jesus wasn't no MOTHERFUCKING Korean!

Suicide Doors are for '64 Lincoln Continentals

Korean Hygiene...Or lack there of.

The Baek, In-je show: Koreans lies