The back issues from this site have other interesting/seamy entries about Japan. This one is about a risque cable TV station:
Paradise TV Strives for Stupidity, SexSleaze is not the Captain's bread and butter. Oh sure, some will want to emphasize the hostesses and used panties of his past when the time comes to chisel his tombstone. But those in the know realize that his stellar international reputation has been carved by standard, honest meat-and-potatoes journalism.
This week, however, is another exception. Join him in Japan's temple of satellite television smut - Paradise TV.
The television studio is a sparse mix of a wall map and two green plants. As the weather anchor begins reading the next day's forecast - snow in Niigata and sunny skies across Kanto - a gust of wind suddenly knocks her to one side.
Though giggling slightly, the journalist straightens her top-heavy frame and continues, fumbling a few lines but maintaining eye contact with the rolling camera while she firmly grips her notes.
The breeze increases, so much so that her black skirt and white long sleeves suddenly disappear in the rush, leaving the determined newswoman clad in only lace panties and an extremely loose-fitting black bra in which to announce the rain in Sendai.
Welcome to Paradise TV.
Click here to read the rest of the entry from Sake Drenched Postcards.
dude, will you Tivo that for me?
Posted by: mjv | March 29, 2005 at 09:29 AM
Perhaps, it's time to subscribe.
Posted by: MC | March 29, 2005 at 04:55 PM