Okay, so the first thing, the very first thing you have to understand about Japanese society

is if you want to live there, this is a gift-giving culture. If you're a granite the high honor

of paying exorbitant rent to your landlord, you've got to give them a gift for their generosity

of spirit. Or if you're meaning a potential business client, bring a gift. The mailman,

look at your funny, give them a gift. Gift, gift, gift, gift, gift, gift, gift, gift,

how does anyone afford it? Do you buy a nicely packaged gift for every day of the week? No!

My friends, that is a rookie mistake, a costly mistake. What you do is you re-gift the gift

someone gave you. That's right, you just snip out the personalized card and pass it on.

You're good to go, get in give, get in give, stick and jab, everybody does it. Of these valentine

marketers, always one step ahead, they know what all the Romeo's and Juliet's will do.

Get the present from one, pass it to the next. So they set up this diabolical plan. They

make valentines day just for the fellas. That's right. Women and only women must give

dark chocolate to the men in their lives. Boyfriends, husband, sure, but coworkers, bosses,

dogwalkers, the whole bit. And what do the women get in return? They get jack. That's what

they get. It's a pretty good deal for the dudes, but the ladies aren't having it. They

invent a brand new holiday, marshmallow day, or white day. It's March 14, where the dudes

are obligated to get something for the women. And if you think you're slick, no, you can't

just take the dark chocolate you got a month earlier and pass it on to the females on

your wish list. No, no, no, no, the rules clearly state. It has to be white like white marshmallow

covered in white chocolate with a white gold box white. This way, they thought the

read-difting before it even begins curses. And nobody sells cheap stuff. No way, you can't

find it. Only big, expensive boxes of hand-dipped white gold dust at whatever. And if you're

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