I was fourteen when I first created The List. It was a fun idea at the time, listing all the qualities I looked for in my “perfect” guy, but it’s something that’s stuck with me for a great deal longer than I could have predicted it would. I’m currently working on version 4.0, and getting progressively less sure that I’ll ever find someone who’ll fit the criteria, but that’s beside the point. The truth of the matter is that I’ve never really had a preference for a certain race, so it baffles me when I hear the terms “Asian fetish” or “yellow fever” thrown around. And since I am a product of my parents, I guess my refusal to believe that someone would date me solely on assumptions of my race comes from the way in which I was raised.
I was sitting with a friend of mine and her boyfriend, an interracial couple, in
Of course, I’d never really had that conversation with my parents. My parents tend to use humor to skirt around the topic of me dating, well, anyone. My dad calls himself an “equal-opportunity hater” and claims that it doesn’t matter who I bring home because he won’t like them. I’m daddy’s little girl in that aspect, and he also says that I’ll be single until the day that I get married. My mom is on the opposite end of the spectrum. While I wouldn’t call her an equal-opportunity lover because, well, that sounds kind of sketchy, she’s usually the one who gets along with all of the friends I introduce her to – boyfriends or otherwise. I asked her last week about whether or not she, in her heart of hearts, wanted me to marry an Asian and she replied: “Lena, I really don’t care what race he is…his family just needs to be willing to pay for the wedding.” She was joking (or not?) but what it really all boils down to is that I’ve never had pressure from my family to date someone of a certain race and, therefore, I’ve never really wanted to narrow my focus.
In the days since The List 1.0, I’ve dated both men of Asian and Caucasian descents and doing so has raised a few issues in my mind. One is the topic of fetishism. The first time I’d ever heard of men with Asian fetishes was during my first year of high school during an Asian American youth leadership meeting that went over stereotypes of Asian American women and men. Students older than myself started introducing labels like “Dragon lady” to me and noting that Caucasian men tended to like assertive Asian women – under the premise that that confidence would translate well in the bedroom. The notion was odd; I’d grown up in culture denial – always trying to fit in with my mostly-caucasian peers and hearing that some of the boys at my school liked my personality, but wouldn’t date me because of my race. Knowing that there were Caucasian men who actively looked for Asian women was both disconcerting and intriguing at the same time. It made me wonder if there was a stereotype, perhaps one that I barely knew given my age and relative innocent, that I’d be measured upon as I grew older. But I never really faced it head-on until I was in my late-teens. As I grew older, I started to happen upon men who openly admitted that they preferred Asian women and if I asked why, most couldn’t give clear answers. Although, when I did join an online dating community once for experimentation purposes, I did receive a message that stated something along the lines of “I love Asian women. They are so good in bed, but even better out of bed.” Yet, at the same time, I think that it’s unfair to pin the term “Asian fetish” or “Yellow fever” only on men who are not of Asian descent. How is it that different when an Asian man says that he exclusively seeks out Asian women? Having a preference is one thing, but narrowing in on one race alone is indicative of a close-mindedness that’s problematic no matter what color the person’s skin is.
The other topic that comes to mind after reflecting on my previous relationships is the idea of comfort and recognition. Dating Asian American men was simply easier because there were aspects of my culture that came naturally. One of my more serious relationships was with someone who was also Chinese and with that came the comfort of being able to talk about our Chinese horoscope symbols, myths that had shrouded our youth (like finishing all of our rice at dinner time for fear of having a spouse with a pimple-covered face if we didn’t), and an understanding of the differences between mandarin and Cantonese. My other long-term relationship was with a Caucasian classmate of mine in college and while he was very liberal in mindset, there were aspects of our relationship that could have been easier had we had more similar cultural backgrounds. I found myself annoyed at his disdain for Chinese food (even though I don’t have a particular liking for it, either) and his failure to comprehend some of the traditions that I’d inherited from my parents. Those were my two most recent and longest relationships, and I’ve come out of them without a higher preference for one race or another. I know now that I appreciate open-mindedness. It’s more important to me that someone be willing to learn to understand aspects of my culture, than to be part of it themselves. And, of course, that brand of open-mindedness is something that I’d value for parts of personality beyond my ethnic background – it extends to my taste in things like music and food, my ideals, and my passions as well.
The truth of the matter is that I’m very lucky that I was raised by parents with open minds and, because of that, I feel that going through life with a narrow focus would not do my upbringing justice. I have Asian American friends who grew up with tremendous pressure to choose certain careers and certain mates and, because of that, constantly feel as though straying from those set paths would be a disappointment to their families. Some of my girl friends have said that they view their youth as a time to experiment with dating other races, but know that they will eventually find an Asian man in an effort to satisfy their parents. And though version 4.0 of The List is still underway and there are plenty of versions left before I figure out what I really want, I take pride in knowing that race isn’t and won’t ever have to be a consideration. Whether or not he can support my growing addiction to shoe shopping, though…now that is something to consider.