Many moons ago I wrote of my strange fetish for the Man Cave and how the condensed nature of Japanese life led me to create the next best thing in the form of the Micro-Man Cave, an elaborately arranged series of shelves that represented all that is good and decent in my own “dudeness”. Sadly, due to our recent relocation to Sapporo, that former Micro-Man Cave had to be scrapped (currently being reassembled in a new and improved space). However, while being holed up at my Japanese in-laws (in Sapporo) as our boxes and furniture came overland by truck from Tokyo, I discovered that my wife had been holding out on me. The same woman who sneered and snickered at my meticulous brooding over Nanoblocks and book order had her own stash of anal retentive femininity tucked quietly away in closet in her old second floor bedroom.
What I am about to reveal to you today may be difficult for men, and all respecters of the Man Cave (and Micro-Man Caves), to accept. For now the Micro-Man Cave has a new rival… The Micro-Woman Den(Trademarked). Five floors of pure unadulterated girlyness that is so bombastic in its presentation that it made me both cringe and applaud (in humble acceptance of my rival’s skill). Taken as a whole or explored tier by tier, the sheer dedication to curating this cutesy closet is beyond description. Colorful – CHECK… Reflecting the personality of the individual – CHECK… A space you can comfortably spend hours entranced – CHECK … it meets all the requirements for a Micro-Woman Den. And it shames me to admit it but even I was a bit mesmerized by it all.
So there you you have it, the Micro-Man Cave has a solid competitor. I’m curious what others think. Have you come across similar spaces in your own domicile?