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Femme Fatale: The Dangerous Seduction of the Sarong Party Girl |
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Written by Rohaizatul Azhar & Parvinder Gill
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Page 1 of 2 The Sarong Party Girl, typified by her tanned complexion, questionable
foreign-accented English, provocative attire and her general preference
for dating Caucasian males, has become an idiosyncratic feature of our
society in Singapore.
In fact, the Sarong Party Girl phenomenon dates
back to the pre-independence period in our history. When the British
forces were still present in colonial Singapore in the 60s, they sought
the charms of the local ladies and invited them to the parties that
they organized. Since the sarong (i.e. cloth that is wrapped around
one’s waist to function as a skirt) was a staple clothing item in the
past, these ladies were naturally decked out in their best sarongs in
these parties.
Hence, the name Sarong Party Girl.
He Says:
Walk into any bar along Emerald Hill or Carnegie's and you cannot miss the unmistakable Sarong Party Girl or SPG. Often tanned and clad in provocative (read: skimpy/slutty/what’s the point of wearing anything if you’re just wearing those?) outfits, these girls are on a mission.
Armed with killer moves and that oh-so-annoying faux American/Australian/English accents, these girls are out to snag any willing Caucasian. Okay, perhaps, ‘mission’ is too strong a word to use, oh well, tough!
Look, I’m not against inter-racial relationships. I mean if an Asian girl falls in love with a Caucasian man, who am I to deny them of it? As cliché as it sounds, love is blind. So if they’re in love, well that’s fabulous. Plus, I don’t think it’s fair to call these girls an SPG solely because they’re with a Caucasian man.
What I cannot stand are those who walk around with their nose up in the air. One arm anchored safely around their Caucasian expatriate boy-toy friend and the other anchoring the latest Louis Vuiton bag. These girls walk around as if they were god-sent and as though they’re better than everyone else because they’ve snagged themselves an ang moh instead of a local.
Right, I don’t like to stereotype (okay, that’s a lie) and I do know that not all Asian girls who go out with white men are SPGs, however, sometimes it’s just too obvious. The thing is, these girls only date Caucasian men and they put up false pretenses to keep up with their expatriate boyfriends. That’s just pathetic.
I don’t get the appeal of Caucasian men over local guys. Are we so inadequate in the romance department that we repel girls? I’ve heard one too many times of how local guys are not sensitive or rather, not charming enough like the expats.
That’s a load of bullcrap if you ask me. I mean honestly, do you girls really believe in the smooth-talking mambo-jambo they spit out? Please, what makes you think that they’re not just saying it to get into your pants?
At least we’re more practical and sincere, as un-Mills & Boon as we are.
This whole Pinkerton Syndrome must stop. It’s so degrading, as though you’ve turned your backs on your own culture. Stand up on your own and appreciate the culture that you grew up with. You weren’t born with an American/Australian/British accent, so don’t put up a front pretending that you were raised somewhere other than the heartland housing estates in Singapore.
Enough is enough.
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