Bought a small katana as a teen to flex my anime phase to my friends and relatives.
Put it on display in my room and start salivating at the thought of having exotic shit in my room that's not resin encased insects.
Mom comes in and asks me why I have a qama in my room, I try to explain it's a japanese sword.
Next day friends come in ask me why I have a qama in my room, I don't try to explain anymore because they opened my eyes.
I didn't come out of my momma a weeb and I certainly won't get inside another woman by becoming one later in life.