It didn’t take long after stepping out of my car for a night out to hear the screeching halt of vehicles, the obnoxious cat calls, and the glances turned into paralyzed gazes. I think I even peeked a couple of pitched tents. Giggling to myself I thought ‘Men,’ mentally shaking my head. It was as if these guys left any sense at home as well as the mere memory of a girlfriend clinging onto their arms as they walk by. As I continued on, those girls rolled their eyes in disgust upon realizing the distraction of their men.
Sure, a part of me would have felt fairly flattered by the attention, but the hoards of provocation were nowhere near directed to me. By some sort of grace of protection I was relieved that it was not I who garnered the objectivity so thickly pressed on. The force behind all this commotion was my partner in crime, Mariko, who judging by the 5 minutes into our night, was downtown
I knew there was a lack of a relevant asian demographic in the area, and the pick up lines used definitely assured me of that—“THAT DUCK SAUCE MAKES MY EGG ROOOOLLLL” Gasp! ‘Oh you have to f***ing be kidding me. did I really just hear that??,” I asked Mariko. She never is one to sulk in the glory of the attention, and is quite accustomed to it, so I lamented her frustrated sigh upon hearing the ignorant china doll themed phrasing. She wasn’t dressed provocatively. On the contrary, she was always a very classy dresser. So I thought to myself, what was it that made this overwhelming uproar so different to my other pretty friends that I frequent the nightlife with?
That was when I first witnessed the ever increasing popularity of Asian American women as a preference over any other race in the room. It was becoming a huge trend amongst most men I knew. Blonde girls were always the ones that seemed to rule the dating arena, regardless of her bone structure or mental capacity. As a brunette, I somewhat didn’t mind the new reign of an ethnic woman on top. I am growing comfortable with this new wave evolve of an affinity to exotic beauty over processed booby-bubbliness. (No offense to the blondes out there- just sayin’) “It’s the silky hair, the dark eyes, mysterious aura, and they’re usually smarter” says my brother who is also dating an asian woman. Sure, it was a completely subjective source, but he was on to something.
Psychology Today posed the question I was wondering: If a man has an Asian fetish, does this make him appreciative of diversity, or quite possibly racist? In a study Conducted by Korean-American Bitna Kim, who had witnessed the common pairing of White males and Asian females among family and friends, she set out to understand the phenomenon. In her interviews with non-Asian males, she found many held positive stereotypes of Asian women (though they were still stereotypes nonetheless).'These women are intelligent, educated, successful, family-oriented, and beautiful. Some males had a loving and fulfilling previous relationship with an Asian woman that they hoped to recapture by finding another Asian female.' (here is the article from PT) Made sense. So does this mean that the entire concept of yellow fever is built upon preconceived stereotypes of what men THINK asian women are like? Regardless, the trend will continue to grow
I couldn’t grasp the idea that the classic saying’ blondes have more fun’ would ever die out, but was starting to see the perks of having an asian friend around. Mariko couldn’t drink--some gift from the oriental Gods that leave her in a hyper allergic state upon ingesting a drop of liquor. That never stopped the offers from coming in though, a perk for me and my purse.
In a generation where yellow fever seems to be spreading rampant, and not only in a sub-genre fetish section of a porn store, I find a steering away from the traditional blonde hair blue eyed siren somewhat refreshing. I welcome a nomination for a new staple of a beauty siren in
