What’s wrong with so many white men today?
THIS IS A TRANSLATED & UPDATED VERSION OF THIS SWEDISH POST!
I see their looks every time we go outside. I see how they’re watching us and laugh behind our backs. I see all the scornful smiles from the farangs and the pity ones from thais.
I know they think he is just my holiday boyfriend.
I know they think he is just with me, because of my money and that I’m merely buying my love. I know exactly what they think because I think the same thing whenever I see a white woman and a thai man, or yikes even worse, a white man and a thai woman.
I have just as many prejudices as anybody, and I’m not trying to hide it either.
I despise men who, going through some sort of crisis, come here to find a young, beautiful woman whom they expect will wait on their every wish. I despise men who exploit these women’s weaker positions by offering them ”a better life” for their souls.
I really do believe they are lower kind of beings, not earning their rights to be called human beings.
There was a tv-show in Sweden last winter, which made me look at these sad excuses for men in a slightly different manner than before, though. A man named Glenn really managed to get my pity. The only thing he ever wanted was a family, and nobody in his hometown looked twice at him, or even gave him a chance to show his kind and gentle self.
It’s so hard to imagine anyone of these disgusting men you see down here could be as unfortunate as him, and although you should never judge anyone by their hair, I’m judging because this type of behaviour makes me sick to my stomach.
Coming here is such an ego-boost, for all white people.
They are all big, fat and old, and it’s easy to see why they in their crisis end up here – simply an ego boost. You are worn out, old, and nobody wants you back home, so you go to a country, which is poorer than your own, where you only need to show up in order to look like a billionaire, and every young and beautiful girl stares at you with big dreamy eyes.
Now hey, hey, hold your horses, I won’t say every girl, because it’s very rare to see a young, educated woman running her legs off to catch a fat, old and unattractive farang. It’s usually those women who didn’t get much of a choice in life. This type of work, whether they chose it themselves or was forced into it (where the latter is the more probable), is a chance to get away from it all, a chance to ”a better life”. What is really better I will leave unwritten, since I don’t know where they’re coming from, and I don’t know where they’re going.
Sometimes I think, naively, they might get a decent life, because they actually met someone who takes care of them.
But I suppose they mostly meet someone who doesn’t take care of them, but simply takes them home, puts them there, and treat them as their own personal possessions – a slave, who they expect to wait on them whenever and wherever. These men believe that thai women are compliant, but they are so wrong it’s hilarious. Thai women are neither submissive nor compliant, but colourful women who in their right element really have the power over the men in this country. Thailand is very much a matriarchate, and to believe something else is simply a sign of complete ignorance. They even have a female Prime Minister!
It’s true that men are higher in social status, but that’s a complicated issue, not one I wish to discuss in this topic.
There is however something odd with this country, a strange aura surrounding it. When I was visiting Jane (a friend of mine, who is a thai girl, and whose mother came to Sweden when Jane was in her early teens) in Bangkok I was honestly disgusted with the behaviour of white men over there. Since I was out partying with a thai girl I got to experience how bad it can really get.
They behaved like animals around her, simply because she was thai.
Now, I don’t mean to imply that she isn’t beautiful, but that didn’t seem to be the attraction. At one point, a guy came up to me with big, big eyes, asking me how I could speak to this miracle standing next to me.
- Do you speak Thai?
- Noooo, but she speaks Swedish.
He thought that was the most amazing and adorable thing he ever heard, and I thought he was the most pathetic person I ever met.
He begged me to introduce him to her.
But what the… It seemed as though he believed I had actually bought Jane and now she belonged to me, so he had to ask my permission for an introduction. Mindboggling.
Usually I don’t get the assignment at home to introduce unknown men to my friends.
- Introduce yourself ffs, I don’t even know you.
- But I can’t speak to her.
- She speaks English, you moron!
I don’t understand what makes these white men act like rutting monkeys when they come here, and I am so tired of them. So gruesomely tired of people believing that I am one of these rutting monkeys too. Embarrassing!
The disgusting behaviour of buying women is now not only limited to old men…
The sad part is that this behaviour no longer exists within the age category 50+, but has managed to crawl down the ages. Some time, somewhere it got considered cool to go to Thailand and buy yourself a prostitute. It’s obviously something you have on your bucket list, being white, male, and virile. It’s part of the game, so to speak. A friend of a friend gave the perfect answer to why they wanted to buy prostitutes in Thailand: ”Because we can!”.
To me, this is a horrifying development. Or should I say recession!
One day we spent a large amount of time in the classroom to talk about a terrible thai woman cheating a farang of all his money. He had built a big house and barns and whatever for her, and then she’d simply thrown him out. Out of his own home. Of course, it was the farang in the class bringing up the subject, well he said something like ”poor farangs coming here and getting cheated by all these thai chicks”, and our teacher told the story which apparantly had been on the tv here.
Yes, isn’t it too bad, don’t you feel sorry for them, but usually as you make your bed, so you must lie on it…
I feel more sorry for the poor women who are forced to sleep with unfresh, disgusting, old men for the rest of their lives simply to survive. I don’t like people who cheat or use other people, and I, myself, have been used many times due to me being far too kind or wimpish, but stop throwing rocks when you live in a glass house, ffs. Don’t go out buying a woman in a bar only to, after 2 days, give her your creditcard and believe it’s true love. Then you’re meant to be burned. Is this your regular routine at home?
Do you go to the local prostitute street/bar, pick up a woman, and hand her your credit card?
No, back home in Sweden the men hold on tight to both their wallets and their hearts, so I don’t really understand why they completely lose it when they come here. No, I say: grow up and bite the bullet; you usually get exactly what you deserve!
But hey, what do I know? I’m just one of these bitter, nasty old farang women…
I didn’t get many comments on this post and the upcoming ones in this topic on my Swedish blog, it’ll sure be interesting to hear from any of you. If you have any comments on this topic. Is it as black and white as I see it, or are there gray zones I don’t see? Please feel free to comment!