Exercising her PC muscle

I’ve just discovered the original Sarong Party Girl weblog! Wahey! I looked up her archives and she has her own Mr. Big. No prizes for guessing where she got that nickname from.

As with everything on the Internet, I wonder if she’s for real. If she really likes being called an SPG. If she really is so open about her sexuality. If she’s a she.

If she’s for real, kudos for being honest about what she wants, who she wants, and why she’s not so keen on Asian men. If she isn’t, she has a great imagination (but isn’t such a great speller - ask anyone, I’m the world’s greatest pedant sometimes).

(Is Bar None really such a great place? I’ve never liked it too much. Too crowded, the band is cheesy, too pretentious. An expat hangout like Carnage is much more laid back and crass - which I find more entertaining, but only when I’m drunk.)

Her tagline, by the way, is

Size does matter. I’ve never seen a 4.5 inch dildo.

There’s nothing wrong with Asian men. They’ve just got a chip on their shoulder about being Asian, because they take such great offence at having to compete with men of other ethnicities for the favour of women. You wouldn’t feel threatened if you believed the other party was no better than you, eh?

(Note: for clarity, when I said ‘Asian men’, I meant Singaporean Asian men. They have a serious bug up their arses about ‘Westerners’ dating Singaporean women.)

• 22 Jun 2004

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