I just saw this local news report where some local moron was crying his eyes red like cherries on TV talking about how his Russian wife just bailed out on him with his two daughters and moved back to Moscow and how he was writing her emails and she was sending him replies like, give me twenty grand and I’ll send you a photo. He couldn’t understand why she left him, and I just thought, she left him because of where you live man.
Oh yeah buddy, your wife left you to go back to an A++ global city from a town with 30,000 people where high end food is called Olive Garden, where owning high powered assault rifles and hollow-point ammunition and tracer rounds is considered a hobby, because she’s such a bad person.
Lots of women – especially Chinese, Japanese and Russian women, that come from functioning societies, move to America with the intent of snaring a “high status” American husband and living the American dream of a big house, a tall, white Prince Charming, and all the trimmings of a life abroad –
something that they can show off to their girlfriends back home, who are stuck with local boyfriends and dates at restaurants that aren’t waited on by passive aggressive college kids.
The only problem – which my mother realized too late – is that America is a shithole – a wide, ugly, barren swathe of a shithole. If you even compared high end, luxury shopping – something that women (and I) love, brand names such as Lanvin, Balenciaga, Marni, Kiton, Ferragamo, Dior, Chanel – these are impossible to find outside of select cities in America. Almost every other mall in a major city in China has these brands; and it’s not just the brand, but the feeling of being in a mall that isn’t run into the ground by a bunch of drugged out, mentally ill American zombies with grating, nasally accents, with cheap, 30 year old plastic seats that scrape the floor when you pull them out.
My mother came to America and used to tell me stories of how “everything was huge in the United States,” and when I went back to China decades after she died, it was the reverse. Things abroad are nicer. Bigger. Even the shitty stuff in China is nicer. The KFC and McDonald’s don’t have scratched up, dirty, littered cushions covered in lumberjack fabric. The quality is nicer. Things look good. It’s not run down, plastered in tiles and flourescent lighting.
Lots of these foreign women, especially Asian women, marry some balding, weird white MRA, MGTOW doofus who thinks that he can convince a foreign woman to live in a prefab house, driving a mid-ranged car and shopping at Macy’s and eating out at Applebee’s, and these women will try to show it off as being “luxurious” to their friends on Instagram or Weibo or whatever, but usually after a while, after the mass shootings, after the stupid comments from random, mentally ill American people (which seems to be roughly 25% of them), after the ugly, yellowing, boxy architecture and unwalkable “cities” become unbearable for a woman who wants better – many of these women take their half Asian or half American kids right back to Asia.
My mother essentially killed herself after my hyper religious, white dad who hated that American women were “too independent and feminist” was trying to drag my Chinese mother up to his windy, cold, poorly lit, crumbling redneck town where the sidewalks end even before they begin, and and she would go into a rage and say that she couldn’t stand that there were no streetlights and there was no where to eat or shop or that everyone was fat and depressed. The American dream. Look at Hong Kong and compare it to a shithole that isn’t New York. And then remember that Hong Kong is just one of hundreds of sparkling new cities in China.
I guess the benefit now is that these potential mass shooters will at least postpone their rampages for another 20-30 years (as long as the sexless marraige lasts with an Asian wife), when they import a bunch of Asian ladies?