I hope my eyes have malfunctioned. I rub them with my knuckles, blink rapidly, shake my head like a dog shaking water from its fur. And then I re-focus.
Nope. I still see them: Two mannequins, one male, one female. They wear matching lingerie.
I leave the storefront, amazed. And I fervently hope itâ€™s an aberration.
But soon, another storefront. Another set of mannequins in his-and-hers lingerie. Out comes the camera – without proof, nobody will believe me. Being behind a shop window and armed only with the point-and-shoot hampers me (Go to this grrrltraveler.com post for better photos of matching Koreans, plus some other quirks. It’s a very fun post!).
This repeats itself several times a day during my stay in Korea. Once the horror wears off, the amusement sets in.
Then for the coup de grace. Iâ€™m at Incheon International Airport waiting to board my Asiana Airlines flight to Los Angeles. I take a short stroll â€¦ and I notice a young Asian couple dressed in matching outfits. And another. And another. And another.
Several couples in, I started counting. Within five minutes, I arrive at my gate. During that time, the count hits 22. I whip out my compact point-and-shoot digital, surreptitiously trying to capture photographic evidence. The late-evening light and attempted stealthiness hamper my effort, and I barely get anything clear.
The winners: a couple wearing matching hoodies emblazoned with Marmite jars and the words â€œWe Like It!â€.
I have to assume they are the target demographic for the matching lingerie.
Please, please, please – do not let this trend come to the United States.
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