Everything and Nothing Is Exotic

When I wrote this post, the subject of exoticism really stuck in my head. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I could apply it to travel and how our perceptions, including our opinion of what is and is not exotic, are changed through it. This post was borne out of that thought process; though it shares a few paragraphs with my previous piece on exoticism, the theme and commentary within it is much more travel-centric. It also appears here on Matador Network.


To be exotic is to be desirable. Those who travel, I think, understand that better than most people. When we plan our travels, we never yearn for a place familiar or known. We want somewhere alien, mysterious, and foreign. We want new. There’s a reason travelers flock to locations with black-sand beaches and volcanoes on the horizon, with foods we’d never find at home, or with languages that make us trip over our own tongues. We gorge ourselves on the unusual. When faced with an exotic experience, we can’t help but be reminded of just how far away we are from home. (And for travelers, that’s a good thing.)

The more I’ve traveled, though, the more I’ve realized that exoticism has a fascinating duality.

On one hand, everything is exotic. To one person, exoticism means ceviche in Peru, Holi in India, and olive skin. To another, it’s falafel in Turkey, Loi Krathong in Thailand, and cornsilk blonde hair. To yet another, the exotic is personified by macarons in Paris, Carnival in Venice, and almond-shaped eyes. For every person, the unfamiliar wears a different face. Technically that means that every crack, crumb, and crevice of the world is exotic.

And yet at the same time, nothing is exotic. Anything considered exotic by one person is completely average to another. To a certain person, the most unusual, exciting, bizarre thing isn’t alien. That beach with powdered-sugar sand fringed by crystalline waters of the purest blue that you’ve pegged as your next dream destination? For someone, it’s just the backyard. Those brilliant, jewel-toned sarongs you’re desperate to barter for in an open-air bazaar? For someone, they’re everyday wear. That perfect, glistening sushi cut that has your mouth watering? For someone, it’s Tuesday dinner. Whatever you yearn for, be it food, an experience, or a location, it’s almost guaranteed to be viewed as a commonplace part of life by someone.

Travel teaches us that the exotic, just like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. What is exotic for one is average for another. What is commonplace for one is mystifying for another. And we can’t learn that without experiencing the disparity for ourselves.

I face that juxtaposition on a near daily basis. In America, I don’t stand out. In a country that has prided itself on being a “melting pot,” the vast spectrum of skin tones, hair and eye colors, heights, and weights means I’m just another blue-eyed, dirty-blonde-haired, slightly tall, average-framed, pale-skinned woman. There are thousands more like me. It’s an interesting oxymoron: Because everyone is so different, your differences largely go unnoticed. I am the opposite of exotic. I am vanilla.

That changed when I moved to Japan, where 99% of the population is homogenous. (To be clear, I am not claiming all Japanese people look alike. I’m only saying when it comes to hair, eye, and skin color, the spectrum is much less varied.) Here, especially in the rural regions, I’m suddenly the one who sticks out.

That is never clearer to me than at the beginning of the school year in April, when there are suddenly 300 new students roaming the halls of the school where I teach English. Most of them are too shy to speak to me during the first few weeks, but for the brave ones, the first words out of their mouths are almost always “青目” (ao me, “blue eyes”), voiced in a tone that’s usually equal parts surprise, awe, and envy. If I got 100 yen for every time I’ve heard that phrase recently, rent this month would easily be paid. My eyes, true, are a vivid enough blue that they get remarked on in America, but in Japan? They make me an anomaly to be gawked at.

That reaction is strengthened even further when I stand up. At 5’9”, I tower over the vast majority of the population. One of my more poetic students remarked one day, while I was practicing Japanese archery with my long hair down, that I looked like an Amazon warrior. In Japan, land of kimono, sushi, and kendo, I am the exotic one.

It’s funny to see how our perception of what is exotic changes depending on the place. The more foreign and novel something is, the more exotic. When I moved to Japan, I considered everything peculiar, from the kawaii charms that adorned my students’ cell phones to the fact that I got seaweed in my daily bentou box from the cafeteria. Now, almost two years later, the alien has become run-of-the-mill.

When you travel, you see this skewed view of exoticism in other ways, too. McDonald’s in Japan often has “Texas” or “Idaho” burgers (and the advertisements usually feature some sort of cowboy, because, you know…that’s America), and they’re usually wildly popular. “Exotic” might not be the word that comes to mind when describing a hamburger, but they’re still viewed as something out of the ordinary. In actuality, there’s really nothing remarkable about them, but the very fact that they’re associated with a far-off place makes them seem special and unique.

It’s an interesting paradox that we encounter when we travel. The very fact that we’re somewhere new means that we’re experiencing the exotic. And yet at the same time, we’re seeing a staggering number of things that are considering ordinary parts of life for someone else.

Stepping outside of our comfort zones means we can realize the thing we admired and dreamed about is considered normal by everyone else. Or, alternatively, we find out our “normal” is someone else’s “bizarre.” Whatever the case, it makes you appreciate what you have. You learn to look at things — whether they are new or completely familiar — through the eyes of another.

4 thoughts on “Everything and Nothing Is Exotic”

  1. I’m in love with your blog and your life! I was reading your article in Thought Catalog and about how Wanderlust never leaves you…and it’s true. I can’t stay still. I went on tour through Europe with an orchestra when I was 13 and ever since then my heart yearns to be somewhere new. I recently spent 3 months backpacking through Europe by myself and a summer abroad in Panama. And now I’m on a return journey to spend 6 months in Israel. And after that, I was thinking about teaching English in Japan or Korea.

    Can you make any good recommendations?


    1. Wow, your travels sound just as amazing! I can only speak to teaching English in Japan (though who knows…maybe Korea is in my future, too!), and my recommendation is this: do it. Anyone who has the slightest interest in teaching here, I say that they at least try it out. Japan might not be for you, teaching might not be for you…but most contracts run on a yearlong basis, so your commitment only starts for one year.

      My job is part of the JET Programme, so my bias tends towards that as the best employer. (They provide you with cheap housing in almost all cases and pay for your airfare at the beginning and end of your contract.) Other possible companies are Interac and AEON. Hope that helps! 🙂


      1. I can’t wait! As soon as I’ve conquered one big adventure, I start dreaming and planning for the next. My mom is going to be sad to hear it’s going to be quite a long time until I settle down like the other young adults…


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