I just returned from a trip to Argentina and Uruguay. Right now, I've been on the road for over 24 hours with an attendant lack of sleep, but here goes anyway.
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The best reason to take a trip to Buenos Aires - if you're a man, that is - is for the women, who are simply astounding. In general, the women of Bs As (as the Argentinians abbreviate it) are far more attractive both in terms of quality and quantity than American women - but maybe that isn't saying much. (Apologies to my female readers; this is of course not directed at you.) Everywhere you look, slender, long-haired, and generally young women hove into view.
Since anecdotes don't count, I gave some thought as to the how and why. First of all, Bs As women are, in general, slender. Given that most of the men over the age of 25 or so have at least the beginnings of a gut, it seems clear that the women work at keeping their figures. (Whereas many American women couldn't keep their hands off the donuts and pizza if their lives depended on it.) I saw a few women who were thin to the point of anorexia, which means - I surmise - that many are trying, but few succeed. (Not to be taken as an endorsement of anorexia.) I suspect that, for many women, at least two meals a day consist of a coffee and a cigarette. Instant appetite suppression. Add to that lots of walking, since few people own cars, and you've got some slender women.
It's summer there now, and exceedingly hot and humid, with summer dresses and skirts and halter tops the female uniform, so the local women are flaunting great amounts of flesh, and happily too. (A friend asked me whether I went to Argentina to check out acreage, and after I'd been there I had to reply, "No, cleavage.") Which brings me to another point, the vague concept that goes by the name of "femininity". Long hair and clothes appropriate only for women means that they're streets ahead of the jeans-and-t-shirt clad American specimen.
Unfortunately, the twin evils of American slutdom, the tattoo and the piercing, are rather prominent down there. Can't have everything.
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Hipsters: plenty of them in Bs As. What is it with people who allegedly turn their backs on the mores and manners of society, but are so concerned that everyone must
notice? The strange hairstyles, usually including some form of dreadlocks, tattoos and piercings, addiction to strange music - well, it all worked on me, as I was disgusted. And this new male hairstyle, tying up the hair in a knot at the top back of the head... who do they think they are, Toshiro Mifune?
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Scene in a grocery store: Chinese owners, including youngish girls, speaking Chinese and looking like they hold everyone around in contempt.
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The 100 peso note is the largest in general circulation, worth about $25. Try to use one in a transaction, and they look at you like you've just made a huge imposition. I actually had a cashier yell at me quite rudely once for doing this.
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Scene in a cafe, Saturday morning, 7 A.M.: two obviously gay men sitting drinking beer, still partying from the previous night. They kiss, and the two middle-aged women who run the place run over and yell at them that they "can't do that here", collect the bill, and make them leave.
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Fervor de Buenos Aires.
Update: This post isn't meant as a travelogue, and I'll shut up about it shortly, but I want to add another reason to visit Buenos Aires: the food. For around 8 bucks American, you can get, depending on the cut, up to a pound (
sic) of steak, a huge salad, and a half liter of wine, i.e. enough food and drink to make you stagger, literally. The problem with Argentine food is that in three days, you're hungry again. Also, supermarkets sell Argentine wine in a box, perfectly drinkable, a liter for $1.25. The money saved can be spent on rehab when you return home.