well, i just made these statistics up, but the actual numbers are probably not so far away from those fake statistics.
Filipinos just love singing, not only in the shower, but also on the streets (I’ve seen it happen countless times), in the living room, alone or with friends or of course in the extended and so frequently happening Karaoke sessions.
Sometimes our dating preferences are no accident, but not always. So the next time you hear someone say, “I’m just not into Asian men,” do me a favor and slap them across the face.
For a long time, I would avert eye contact or drop my boyfriend’s hand in public.
If you bring 1 Filipino to a crowd of people, he/she is likely to blend in, be friendly and nice and sweet.
But bring 10 individual Filipinos into a bigger crowd, these 10 individuals, who had never met before, are likely to greet each other, become instant friends and form their own mini gang.
We met while living abroad in Beijing, China, where yellow fever among expats runs rampant and subsequent suspicion from the local population stokes racial tensions. When I walked with him hand in hand, I saw smug expressions from white dudes, dismissive sneers from Chinese men and judgmental looks from white and Chinese women alike.
San Franciscans tend to be more informed when it comes to matters of race, yet even now I witness moments of appalling ignorance. Why are we so quick to believe that Asian men have small penises, I wonder?
Nothing pisses me off more than when someone says, “I’m just not attracted to Asian men.” I’ve heard these words come out of seemingly bright and well-intentioned women’s mouths — women of all ethnicities, including Asian — and in the Bay Area, where over one-third of the population is Asian, no less.