1.
Breast-feeding isn’t a big deal here. Women just
pop it out and the kids go at it right then and there. There’s no blanket and
virtually no fuss (except maybe from the kid). While I’m not that person who
thinks it’s “wrong” to breastfeed in public (and if you are, can I remind you
of what breasts are actually for?) for me personally, I could never just expose
my entire breast in public...that and I’m still reeeeeally unconvinced I’ll ever
have kids.
2.
Unlike South Korea, makeup is really expensive
here and for no reason—it’s the same Maybellene stuff as anywhere else. Maybe
it’s imported, which =REALLY EXPENSIVE. Maybe that’s why few Porteños wear
it…and I’m not a cakeface, but jeez sometimes I feel like one here.
3.
On that note, if you have waning self esteem,
don’t come here. Tons of women are beautiful without any makeup, they have perfect
unstyled hair, incredible bodies and are really naturally tan. None of this
seems to happen due to their trying hard at it. (Well…Argentina has a lot of
issues with physical appearance in the form of eating disorders and plastic
surgery…) Meanwhile, I think about calories all day long, spend too much money
on makeup and clothes and am pasty as a Swedish princess. It’s really good for
my level of stress, which the department of homeland security would put at red.
4.
There is animal excrement everywhere. People let
their dogs ^%$# and piss everywhere—and maybe that sounds uncouth to use such
words, but it’s not pooping and peeing, because that implies that maybe it was
dignified and somebody cleaned it or it was in the grass. Nope. Whenever and wherever that dog wants to drop the load, you let
him. Nobody picks it up afterward. Nobody. Every territory is marked. Even the
tires of a car (which I witnessed a dog whizzing on). Watch your step!
5.
On that note, Argentines are washing their
sidewalks all the time. Wonder why…
6.
There is also graffiti everywhere. It doesn’t
matter if it’s a famous, fancy building. Porteños seem to view their city as an
infinite canvas. And while I’m not a fan of stupid random scrawling, there is
some pretty incredible graffiti here.
7.
You never pass the salt mano a mano—you always
set it on the table then whoever wanted it grabs it. A superstition I hadn’t
heard of.
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