My girlfriend, who sometimes comments on my blog under the pseudonym Sleazy’s Gal, was eager to share how her perception of Western women changed over time. When we first met, she seemed to almost idolize them, but I have a hunch that that may no longer be the case. Here is what she has to say on that issue:
I made my first foray into Europe late last year to complete part of my education, which was how I met Aaron. Sharp and avid readers of this blog have probably already guessed that I’m not a Western woman, and that is indeed true. I’m ethnic Chinese and grew up in a densely populated Asian city. Yet, I’m bilingual in English and Mandarin.
Prior to my temporary move to Europe, everything about the West I knew of and heard about was only through the media and how my society at large viewed it. Some of these impressions were overly rosy and rather erroneous, as I have come to learn. In any case, my consumption of plenty of conservative news media and YouTube channels even before venturing into Europe had made me aware of communities that are critical of feminism, mass migration from the third world, and big government. However, I was largely unaware of the disdain for Western women and their bad reputation, with the exception of the thorny issue of single motherhood.
Hence I traipsed to Europe with the impression that Western women look great, and that casual dating involving sex was just part and parcel of European culture, just as Islamic terrorism is part and parcel of living in a big city, according to London mayor Sadiq Khan. I was under the impression that people in the West generally had a very relaxed attitude towards promiscuity; it’s no big deal, and there’s no backlash either! In fact, on this note Aaron and I now amusingly reminisce on a particular moment in our getting-to-know-each other phase. I was genuinely perturbed when he very brazenly conveyed the attraction he felt towards me, and I asked him “Why me? There’re so many Western chicks out there.” Little did I know that my non-Western identity was one of my huge appeals, lol!
Having my eyes opened to the realities of Western women has helped me to explain more of my surroundings. For instance, the TCS, or Thousand Cock Stare, is a very recent addition to my vocabulary. A while back, I attended a summer school at an elite university. There, I had the opportunity to mix with the same group of Western women over the course of a month. There were a few who stood out to me for the very reason that they just seemed so…uninteresting and lifeless. I couldn’t quite put a finger on my observation then, but I certainly felt like something was amiss with them. It didn’t seem like they had any warmth or energy, and their jaded expressions were most prominent during lulls in conversation or moments of idleness. One of these women was aggressively flirting with several of the male attendees and most certainly became friends with benefits with one of them. Incidentally, I also noticed that this harlot didn’t seem to have much female company during the programme, if at all.
To be fair, except for that one strumpet who celebrated her promiscuity out in the open, I don’t know if the others had taken another round on the cock carousel, so I may wrongly accuse them of it. But all the negatives I’ve learnt about Western women, courtesy of Aaron, have surely led me to view them in an entirely different light. I now notice their heavy make-up, early aging, and the extra pounds that could be shed. In comparison, in my culture it is almost unthinkable that parents would allow their daughters to put on weight! Aaron also opened my eyes for signs of social decay in the West, and not just obvious ones like people littering all over the place or the prevalence of graffiti. Now I sometimes feel a little bit sad when I see all those women who push prams alone in public places on the weekends. That being said, I’d like to think that at least a few of the female friends I’ve made in the West are wholesome people and represent a glimmer of hope, but it’s incredulous to me how Aaron’s extensive fieldwork has yielded nary a single decent woman. Maybe you were just looking in the wrong places, hon? (Not that I’m complaining!)