So to the people who know me, it's no secret that I am Asian. In fact, much of my identity is defined by my Asianess. For example:

Person 1: Yeah, Anny's going to be there.
Person 2: Asian Anny?!
Person 1: Yeah man, that one.

Now, I should mention that 9 times out of 10 I am the only Anny possible to be considered going somewhere. Also, all the other Annys, Annies and Anis are Asian as well ... defeating the confirmation if the Anny in question is indeed Asian.

Another thing about my identity is the fact that I do not exhibit much behavioural signs of being Asian. Some "Asian" things about me include my fondness for video games, rice, designer shoes and white guys.

I dig white guys. Somewhere in the midst of the pseudo-nationalistic indoctrination my well-meaning parents inflicted upon me, I stopped paying attention and allowed tall(er), skinny, white boys steal my heart.

What’s up with the race treason? One theory: They love me. Asian fetish, yellow fever. Whatever you call it, there’s plenty of literature out there telling white men that slant-eyed princesses are the exotic, submissive, and hypersexualized women of their dreams.

This post, however, is not about why white guys live in a delusional fantasy world. It’s a dissertation on why, despite the tawdry roots of our suitors’ affection, I just eat it up. One economist says it’s because Asian women are the least discriminatory female demographic “the white man-Asian woman pairing was the most common form of interracial dating … because of the women’s neutrality, not the men’s pronounced preference.” (second to last paragraph)

Uh, okay. Whatever. What about my strict father and sheltered childhood? Plus, we all saw how well that John Lennon/Yoko Ono thing worked out. And I can’t resist everything white men have to offer ... and no, I’m not talking about that. White men indulge my deepest PDA-fantasies; they hold my hand, they aren’t terribly cerebral about their emotions, and they will, heaven forbid, tell their parents that we’re actually dating. Asian parents don’t do any of that gross hand-holding, making-out stuff. My brother learned the lesson; me, not so much.

Lastly, if you think this is all a pile of BS, we all can agree on one tangible reason the Asian/white pairing works so well. God knows we all just want highly attractive children, and halfie babies are so damn cute.