Last night I had a dream where I found a bootleg Sailor Moon sticker set at Michaels, and it had a story written in Japanese (I could understand in the dream, probably couldn’t in real life) that was WILDLY wrong, it was all about how the four Sailor Soldiers were trying to awaken the fifth, Sailor Mars, and Venus just wanted to shoot her with a Crescent Beam to do it. Great stuff. I had a friend in the dream who found it appropriately hilarious.

But then some weeb white dude comes up behind us and starts mainsplaining the sticker set to me, while standing waaaay to close to me and my friend.

So I was like “Why are you here.”

And he self-importantly says that since we don’t speak Japanese, we need him. 

So i told, him, in Japanese, that I speak Japanese.

He got super uncomfortable and scurried the fuck away, but while he was still in earshot I managed to loudly say “I hate men” to my friend in Japanese, and then he fucking ran.

I wish all mansplaining situations ended so well