He says Terrace House has made him a better listener (and a better manager). He manages a dozen people in a stressful high-pressure role. My brother-in-law, who introduced me to the show, told me Terrace House has quite literally changed the way he communicates at work. In Terrace House everyone (even the panel) finds a way to get along. They clash, they argue, but like the personalities in the house, there's not a single disagreement that can't be smoothed over with a wry joke or a perfectly placed piece of self-deprecation. Yoshimi Tokui, with his spectacular gift for re-creating inner monologue, is my favourite, closely followed by Yukiko Ehara, who'll often go directly against the grain with a bizarre comment from left field like a risque granny. Sometimes they reflect an uncomfortable ingrained, institutional sexism (they spend a lot of time talking about one girl's breasts) but more often than not they impart genuine insights. In some ways the panellists are like fun, easygoing Japanese friends guiding you through an experience you might otherwise get lost in. Like the time an older character shaved his moustache to try and impress a younger girl on the show, or the moment a 19-year-old covered his eyes with two fingers to hide the fact he was crying. On many occasions I've seen myself explain away strange behaviour as a cultural difference only for the commentators to totally call out that behaviour as super-weird. Netflixįor Western audiences the hosts help navigate nuances of Japanese culture we might otherwise have missed. I have learned much from Yoshimi Tokui's sage advice.
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