Sharing this article by Mark Tseng Putterman, “What Asian Americans are Bringing to Campus Movements for Racial Justice”

Just as Ferguson called into question the place of Asian Americans in U.S. race relations, the new wave of Black-led student protests at Mizzou, Yale, and beyond has left some wondering where Asian American students fit into the picture. This is nothing new. For decades, Asian Americans have pondered their role in movements facing racism in the U.S. that necessarily hinge on that cornerstone of white supremacy, antiblackness. From “Yellow Peril supports Black Power” to APIs4BlackLives, Asian American radicalism has long defined itself as much through its support for Black liberation as through its own struggle against anti-Asian racism, imperialism, and xenophobia.

But outside of leftist articulations of mutual liberation and Third World solidarity, Asian America has struggled alongside the U.S. mainstream to make sense of the place of “yellow” and “brown” amidst Black and white. We’re burdened by questions: are Asian Americans people of color? Is “Asian privilege” a thing? Do Asian American voices count in conversations about racism? And is anyone bearing witness to our struggle? At times, these questions can breed a resentment of “Black and white” understandings of race that can swiftly take the shape of antiblack conversation derailers (“Hey, don’t Asian Lives Matter too?!”).

Mark Tseng Putterman

Y’all know how I feel. Unless you actually live in Asia, it makes zero sense to go all Dynasty Warriors with this shit. Forget moral arguments for a second, how the fuck you gonna enforce supremacy or nationalism when you living in the servants’ quarters of Whitetown with no voice and no access to power?

And you know what? That’s not even the part that bothers me the most. The shit that bothers me is how that sort of racist mindset turns y’all into willing pawns of White Supremacy. Some of y’all say White nationalists are sympathetic to our cause. Oh fucking really?

Read the OP by this naive ass brother /u/Xerberuss:

I’m an Asian here, Vietnamese to be precise. I’m probably the last true Vietnamese of my kind here. I’m not just a Vietnamese nationalist, but a Asian nationalist. My dream is to see the East Asian people united under one banner or just to simply get along better (Note I said East Asia, referring to Korea, China, Vietnam, Mongolia and Japan. Do not ever think Filipinos are Asian, white people. they are not. They’re merely Pacific Niggers).

I live in an area where niggers and nigger culture dominate, and their cancer has spread over to the Indians and fellow East Asians. It’s pretty sucky here. So why am I here you ask? Well first, I don’t think there’s a East Asian nationalist subreddit or anything about that on 4chan; my people are oddly selfhating despite our glorious history and we’re frankly overshadowed by white nationalists, which brings me to my main point.

We should see each others as equals, as through history we have benefited from each others’ inventions and ideas. Early on, Chinese gave Europe silk, gunpowder, and paper money, etc. Later, European ideas helped push Asia forward, giving us modern political systems and advanced weaponry. You see, as much as I hate seeing Asian female-white male couples, it irks me more seeing our Asian women with niggers. A culture with dignity, pride, and tradition being paired with an ape. It disgusts me. You white nationalists want white women to date white men. We are not so different, as we Asian men want Asian women to date Asian men. Basically in other words, we generally don’t mess with you white guys, but we’re always being pushed around by other races. If we work together, we can ensure both goals are met: White nationalism and an Asia for Asians free of degeneracy. I don’t understand why so many white men steal our women. Tell me, why?

I’m not here to complain about white nationalists who hate anything that isn’t white, it’s a waste of my time and I had enough of it from /pol/. All I’m saying is, for my fellow Asian brother to unite so we can create an Asia for Asians, and possible forge an alliance with the white man, on condition that our women aren’t touched. We can fight against niggers and degeneracy together. Seeing a nigger with a Asian is far more disgusting than a white man with a Asian, but both aren’t justified. Races should stick with their down, do you not agree? I’m not trying to talk shit about white people, not at all. I’m just saying, it’s time for Asians to unite and for white men to stop stealing Asian women. Our real enemies are niggers. If our two races work together, we will find a bright future. Neither side should take advantage of the other.

Now read the responses from these Dylan Roofs who claim they “appreciate Asian culture” so much when he tells em to stop pushing the WMAF eugenics agenda.

While I understand your plight, you should focus on strengthening your own communities against the nigger. And I can’t make any promises regarding your women. It’s not our fault Asian women like white dick.

Except it absolutely fucking is.

I will continue to fuck any and all bitches, including Asian women. This is an unalienable right of the white man.

Thanks for pho.

HAHAHA, these dumb fucking haoles believe your emasculation is an INALIENABLE RIGHT of the White man. Still think they’re friends?

i can only read here and there, lost interest when i read that you are viet.

viet want some white embracing loving? fuck you and you fucking congs

grouping to other asian nations that has some relevancy? you guys are south east asians.

what have your country even produce that we use? nothing beside women to lay for dollars, just like thailand or philippines.

/u/Genghis-Brah, ain’t you Filipino? Still “respect” these motherfuckers bruh?

As a fellow asian, your entire argument shat on itself when you brought up your insecurity about white-asian mixing and “stealing” your women.

You want to unite with other nigger-haters, but only on your specific terms? What kind of childish bullshit is that?

You had a real chance at making a powerful call for every non-nigger human being to unite against niggers as one, and you derailed it by crying “Whaaaaa, we’ll be your best friend, but please don’t fuck my sister! Whaaaaaaa”

Look at this motherfucking Uncle Chan. This is what y’all sound like when you talk about allying with White nationalists. Wake the fuck up and smell the jackboots.

Good luck being an Asian nationalist. I’m not trying to be mean, but on average, it’s very safe to say that your people are inferior to North East Asians. You’re better off on focusing on Vietnamese nationalism and to quit whining about beta white men stealing Asian poon.

Divide and motherfucking conquer. Yeah, they support individual Asian nationalism, just like they propped up Imperial Japan. What was the end result? Did Hitler’s Germany get the Bomb dropped on them? Twice?

Understand this, brothers. We can never beat Sauron by becoming Nazgul. Racism is their weapon, they fucking invented it. Yeah, we have problems with prejudice, but they fucking weaponized that shit. It’s mind poison, and you need to fucking kill it, otherwise our people will forever be chained to Old World hatreds and unable to unite under one banner. Don’t turn into motherfucking Boromir telling me that we should use the One Ring ourselves. Fuck that shit bros, I’m headed to Mordor to bring this whole shit DOWN. You with me?

And while I’m dishing out this PSA, I just wanted to showcase this gem.

If you want any help steering those woman back towards yourself, visit /r/theredpill. That sub specifically teaches men how to interact with females effectively. It won’t stop other whites from poaching some women, but it will improve your chances of netting that perfect 10 East Asian.

THE MOTHERFUCKING CHIMPIRE ENDORSES THEREDPILL. Do you brothers understand now why I’ve never fucking liked that place?

See what they really think of you.

Motherfuckers, how bout y’all chimps don’t talk to ME like a bitch? Fuck your stupid ass hamstering. “Sexual strategy” may be amoral, but racism ain’t, go burn down some more churches while complaining about “feminism” like fucking pussies, lmfao.

Just remember brothers, when you gaze into the abyss, it gazes back into you. Keep that Han alive. My fuck you is strong. I don’t need no fucking serpents whispering in my ear, cast those motherfuckers out. One saranghe.

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Reposted with permission from /u/Disciple888 with slight modifications

To all my Chinks, Japs, Gooks, Slits, Slants, Slopes, Fishheads, Zipperheads, and fellow Mongoloids. They sure have a lot of words to hate us, don’t they?

I’m here to tell you that we were all born into a war. It’s not a conventional war, the kind with tanks, fighter jets, or attack submarines. No, this war is more like a street fight. Bring your fists, hearts, and minds. Where is the battlefront? It’s not being fought in faraway lands, or taking place on some foreign soil whose mother tongue you can’t pronounce. It’s being fought right here, right at home, right on your doorstep.

They call it a culture war. That’s a lie, culture has nothing to do with this. Let me tell you brothers what it really is.  It’s a gang war. Gangs, divided along race, class, gender, sexual orientation, and every other way you can subdivide and atomize a human being, have congregated under one prison roof to duke it out for turf. That prison is America, home of gangsters, and the biggest, roughest, toughest, most feared gang on the block is… well, shit, do I really have to tell you?

You know who it is. You know who be rolling deep. You know who reps their set, all across media, magazines, news, TV, and every public venue you’ve ever attended. You can’t miss it. They vandalize buildings, bridges, churches, streets, and stadiums with their gang signs and logos. You go to their parties. You listen to their music. You work alongside them, but never with them. They hold all the money, hell, they make money. They own the police, the judges, the politicians, and the government. They have many names: paleface, gringo, honkey, haole, laowei, but you will know them by this sign: they are all, uniformly, White.

Let’s talk about the LA Riots. No, not the manufactured ones in 1992, where they pitted us against Blacks to break us apart. I’m talking about the LA Riots of 1871, or more precisely, the LA Massacre of 1871.

In the dim gaslight of recently installed street lamps, armed bands of men dragged cringing Chinese to gallows hastily erected downtown. Bodies soon were swinging from two upturned wagons on Commercial Street, as well as the crossbar of the Tomlinson Corral, a popular lynching spot that just the previous year had been used to string up a Frenchman named Miguel Lachenais.

As the Chinese were hauled up, a man on the porch roof danced a jig and gave voice to the resentment many Americans felt over the Chinese willingness to work for low wages. “Come on, boys, patronize home trade,” the man sang out.

“Patronize home trade”? Sound familiar? Still think evil can be wiped out overnight? That the leopard can change its spots?

The bloodlust was not only in the men. A woman who ran a boardinghouse across the street from Goller’s shop volunteered clothesline to be cut up for nooses.

“Hang them,” she screamed.

A boy came running from a dry goods shop. “Here’s a rope,” he called helpfully.

Still think their women are not racist? Still pine after blonde hair and blue eyes? Brothers, this is what they think of you. This is how they treat you. Hang you. No matter their beef with their husbands, never forget they still belong to the same gang.

Of all the Chinese in Los Angeles, Dr. Gene Tong was probably the most eminent and beloved among both his countrymen and Americans. He could have made much more money hanging his shingle in the American part of town. But Tong stayed in the Alley, dispensing both traditional and modern cures from a small shop in the decrepit Coronel Building.

As Tong was dragged along the street, he tried to strike a bargain with his captors. He could pay a ransom, he said. He had $3,000 in gold in his shop. He had a diamond wedding ring. They could have it all.

Instead of negotiating, one of his captors shot him in the mouth to silence him. Then they hanged him, first cutting off his finger to steal the ring.

Look at this poor yellow fool. That’s right, fool. He forgot he was one of us, not one of them. He became a Doctor, and healed their sick along with ours. He integrated, nay, ingratiated, himself with their gang. Had White friends, who loved him. His reward? Death. Death and degradation, for the crime of being born a chink, for not being one of them.

This is our history, brothers, our real history. Think this was an isolated incident? No sir. Massacres of Asian people are as American as baseball and Mom’s apple pie. They hate us; they want to kill us. Hell, they don’t even hide it.

I can see the dim stirrings of protest in your eyes already. Not all of them are bad! We just need to work harder! We just need to be like Dr. Tong, ingratiate ourselves to their gang, and they’ll spare us! The ones today are different!

Poor fools.

Let me tell you a story. It’s going to sound like a fantasy epic, or maybe a space opera. It is literally that fantastic. Stay with me.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there existed a tribe of savages. These savages were violent. Perhaps that was their nature. They squabbled and shed their own blood over a tiny peninsula in the middle of nowhere and the neighboring lands around it, while the people of Earth were busy building human civilization for thousands upon thousands of years.

Then one day, their mad scientists (and they love their mad scientists) created new toys. These toys allowed them to travel to far lands and distant places. Tired of fighting each other, they decided to sail to other places in search of newer, more fertile grounds to pillage and plunder. They sent ships out across the whole world, and discovered, to their shock, that people existed other than themselves, and they LOOKED DIFFERENT.

See, they couldn’t stomach that, these savages. They always had conflicts with each other, but there was an understanding there, a respect borne out of shared heritage and bloodlines. Even when they hacked each other to death, they still saw themselves as “Men.” All their philosophers, writers, and poets only ever talk about “Men,” when it’s clear that who they’re talking about is themselves, and only themselves. Like those who believed the Earth was the center of the Universe, they thought that all life on this planet revolved around them.

The encountering of what they thought were alien species therefore resulted in an existential crisis. They knew their own nature. One of their own thinkers, a man named Thomas Hobbes, had already called them out. Solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, short. Since they only knew themselves, they thought these other people were like them as well. A threat. A menace. A peril.

So they did what they do best: they went to war. This small little band of savages, who heretofore had never been seen on the stage of world history, sent out their armies and battleships on a campaign against the entire planet. And, thanks to their mad scientists, they used forms of warfare hitherto unseen to conquer and subjugate every corner of the Earth.

They called this war the Age of Discovery. It lasted 600 years, and towards the end, they had covered every habitable continent and killed or enslaved, sorry, assimilated all the free people of Earth. Brothers, they are the fucking Borg. They had no culture, no history, only the appropriation of other cultures and other history. They came outta nowhere, and descended upon us like a plague of locusts. Space invaders, with their gunpowder and germs. We were colonized by the motherfucking Martians.

Check out this map, for those of you who think I’m crazy. Ignore the different colors, that’s disingenuous. Think of it all as one color, because that’s what it really is. They conquered the whole world, and built Whitetown.

What is Whitetown? You can see it in their movies. Whitetown is their gang’s dream. The dream of Manifest Destiny. Whitetown is Disney: a shining Pleasantville where they can walk the whole surface of the world free of care and worry, while people of color toil in the subterranean underground beneath them. We are just singing birds, talking mice, and sentient furniture to them – born “natural slaves.”

Look at any Disney movie. You’ll notice that it’s always “once upon a time.” What time? The past 600 years, when upon becoming exhilarated by their early victories over native peoples, they came to a collective conclusion.  “We’re better. We’re different.”

You see, they love themselves. They love the fact that they accomplished what all their predecessors couldn’t; the dream of both Alexander the Great and the Romans. They think they’re the shit. In order to celebrate and mythologize themselves and their bloody achievements, they brought forth a new idea into this world.  Race.

White people believe in race. They believe in it as fervently as they believed the Sun revolved around the Earth. They believe a totem pole exists, that it is part of the Creator’s natural order, and that they sit at the top of it – the imaginary Caucasoid race, the superhumans who conquered the world. Guardians of the Planet (and with our spaceships, someday the Galaxy). This belief in race is like a religion to them: its official name is Racism.

The capital of Whitetown was America. Forget the Declaration of Independence, 1776, the Founding Fathers, and all that other nonsense they brainwash you with in school. That’s just brothers bringing family drama, they had already decided long ago to enter into the Caucasoid fraternity. America is the dream of this tribe of savages and their new religion – the first ever, pan-White country on the face of the Earth.

America, home of the free (White man), land of the brave (White man). Where it doesn’t matter if you’re a quarter Italian, three fifths Anglo, ten percent Dutch, or 5 percent French. They love you. We love you. Come to this new land, where we’ve exterminated all the natives. Come here, free of Old World hatreds, and the previous strife that divided us, come and become a king, with your own castle, and your own colored slaves. We believe in Racism. We believe that White people are the only free people of the Earth, that it’s our genetic destiny. That’s the American dream. That’s White Supremacy.

What are Asian Americans? We are the living embodiment of White Supremacy and Racism, the vision and religion they believe in. In us, they have accomplished what their fantasy is for all races: complete and total subjugation. It has gone on for a long time, their agenda was obvious from the beginning. First, massacres. Then, when that wasn’t enough, quarantines. Finally, the most obvious method – breeding programs. Eugenics. Population control. The Chinese American population, 95% male, by 1900 had declined by 20% over ten years due to the institutional pincer of anti-miscegenation laws and the Page Act. Coincidentally, that’s when our stereotypes began to be widely propagated in their media: sexless, weak, effeminate. Then they brought over women from Asia from their countless wars and rebalanced the population. Trophies. War brides. For White men.

Castrate the men, turn them into labor, and breed with the women until their offspring become racially “pure”. That is the agenda of White Supremacy towards us. It is not even a secret, we see it every day, all around us.  A race of palace eunuchs and concubines in their Sleeping Beauty castle. That is what we are, today, in 2015.

We weren’t always like this. At one point, we sided with the Blacks. Blacks, who felt the whip, who felt the knives, the guns, the hoses, rebelled against their crazy deranged inhumane religion. They marched into the streets, and they went to war. Whites call them “violent” but what we should really call them is “brave”. Brave, for standing up to White Supremacy and their armed enforcers, the police. Brave, for bringing fists to a gunfight, to go into battle after battle knowing it would be a slaughter. They were not willing to live as persona non grata. They had souls, and fought to keep them. We did too. Yellow Peril supports Black Power.

And Blacks won a major victory. They call it the Civil Rights Movement. They achieved their dream. Not Martin Luther King’s dream, but the dream of Malcolm X. They set up their own nation within America. City-states. Whites call it Compton. Or South Side Chicago. Or Old Harlem. They set up their own militia to counteract the White militia, the police. They call it the Bloods and Crips. Who led the Baltimore riots? They even have their own schools, HBCUs, to counteract the Historically White Colleges and Universities, the Ivies. While Whites retaliate by trapping them in poverty, harassing them with their badged goons, and refusing them access to real education and wealth despite all their doubletalk over affirmative action, one of theirs even rises to the Oval Office and sits on the marble throne in their White House. They have their own culture, a counter-culture. Black America. What is Tyler Perry, but the FungBros for Blacks?

Unfortunately, Asians lost. We were only men, our sisters had abandoned us. The police cracked down on us. And too many of us sold out, willingly became palace eunuchs in return for “protection.” Protection, like the mafia “protects” storeowners from their cronies. We pay them with money and our daughters as tribute, and in return lounge around in the sun on the housekeeping grounds, neutered and complacent, isolated from their world and hated by our former allies who saw us turn traitor. We count the pennies they toss us and fantasize about fucking our masters’ wives with our cut-off dicks. We sold out. We sold our souls. We’re all house chinks. I’m one too.

Think I’m making this up? I spoke to an older Chinese American married couple who arrived here in the 60s. They were around for Vincent Chin. They screamed at the television when they saw him killed, and shouted curses when his killers walked free. They swore at the White gangsters in the kind of loud voice that only Mandarin speakers can bellow. But they still told their daughters not to date black, threatening to disown them, and silently allowed them to date White after White. They knew what they were doing.

They sold out for us. Because the older generation knows the true face of White people. You walk the streets of America today, and you think you have it better than other minorities do. You don’t get harassed by cops. Of course not, cops are the palace guards, and you’re already inside the castle, in the servants’ quarters. You hoard up the little Monopoly money they give you, and spend it on shit they created, so that the wealth never remains within our community but goes to their laundering fronts – white malls, white shopping centers, white retail stores. There is no For Us, By Us. We kill ourselves studying so that we can attend their HWCUs, only to get shunted off to the retard corner while they mingle with the sons and daughters of their fraternity’s true power brokers: the Clintons, the Bushes, the Kennedys, the Vanderbilts. Are you a part of Section X?

Your security and your livelihood is based on trust, the trust between a master and his dog. When they call you smart, it’s the way they would call their pet Pomeranian smart. “Oh, so smart, look how quickly Fido learns to shake! Look how good you are at math!” We walk on the edge of a precipice everyday, and don’t even know it. Witness the White Rage in South Carolina, or even in reaction to an interracial couple in a harmless cereal commercial in 2013. Brothers and sisters, you only think they are on your side because you’ve given them your balls, attended their re-education camps, and opened your legs to them. See what happens as soon as a brother dares to speak out against them, or a sister dares to scorn one of their advances. First, they will whitesplain to you, evangelize their religion of Racism. If you persist, you will see their true face, the face screaming “Hang them!” in the largest mass lynching in American history. Heed my warning.

Why am I telling you all this? Well, master’s on break and I’m jived up on coffee. Plus I rolled balls this weekend, and it gave me a lot of clarity. But mostly brothers, I want all of you to understand the world you live in. The colonial period officially ended in 1999, when Portugal finally returned Macao to China.

Listen, we don’t live in 1984 any longer. They’ve become more clever, more subtle. This is the next stage of Whitetown, what their scholars call “Western hegemony,” where you are controlled not by guns, but by what you love — your entertainment, your middle class lifestyle, your IKEA infested bachelor pad. This is our Brave New World. They invented the fields of psychology (controlling minds), sociology (controlling people), political science (controlling nations). Do you think they’re doing nothing with this knowledge? Do you think World Controllers don’t exist?

Brothers, we were born in the last days of the Evil Empire, and for those of us in America, we live in the vents of the fucking Death Star. In order for us to continue our fragile existence here, we must learn to wake up. We must come together and stand in solidarity, instead of constantly competing and undercutting one another to win their favor. The problem with being palace eunuchs and concubines is that we are completely at their mercy, and as history has shown, they have no mercy. We may be floating around in opium dreams today, fantasizing about Miranda Kerr and Megan Fox and similar white images of beauty they beam into your head, and tomorrow we’ll be under their boot, kicking and screaming as they drag us away to concentration, sorry, internment camps.

How do you become aware? You need to learn to think like they do. You cannot understand the colossal world of Whitetown and the machinery they’ve built to sustain it without understanding the way they see it. There is a racial slur for them, one that cuts them to the quick, a word as offensive as “nigger” and “chink” because it’s embedded in their culture and history.

Think like one of them.

Think like a racist.

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Reposted with permission from /u/CallinOutFromMidwest with slight modifications

The bamboo ceiling is something that people don’t seem to want to talk about, mainly because giving AA males hope is good because they will work harder. Tell them that there’s the possibility of advancement, and they will be more productive. Then when they are older in their thirties, and still not finding any success, they will be too invested in the workplace (mortgage, kids) to quit.

However, it is important for AA males to understand the concept of the Bamboo Ceiling, in order for them NOT TO WASTE THEIR LIVES, working and hoping, and ultimately getting ripped off.

Ultimately, the Bamboo Ceiling begins during the interview process for AA males. They say that AA males are not advancing in the corporate world because they lack assertiveness and confidence. Coincidentally, I have found that confidence and assertiveness are qualities HR/Managers tend to not look for in Asians. That is, corporate AA males are less assertive and confident, because the confident and assertive ones AREN’T HIRED.

It’s very simple. Managers do not want competition. Asians are known to be competent. Therefore, if they are competent and socially adept, they are a threat. People (the white managers) don’t like threats, especially from ANOTHER RACE.

Also, I have noticed that whenever an AA male behaves confidently/assertively, white people tend to try to emasculate him, either with jokes, or ridicule. How is it possible for AA male to be confident/assertive when they are constantly undermined? People need positive reinforcement to turn behavior into personality. How can you tell AA males that being confident/assertive is necessary for success, and when they do it, they get ridiculed and joked at? It doesn’t work.

Therefore, more AA males are less confident/assertive, and more docile doing into the workplace, and the ones still managing to be confident are weeded out of the workplace.

In the workplace itself, AA males are less likely to socialize and be sociable. This is from what I notice. Why is this? In addition to the selection given in the interview process, I have noticed that white people are generally less friendly towards Asians, but it is very subtle. Even in the workplace, I see token Asians in white groups, and of course, how many of those AA males are in the drivers seat? But those are the AAs that are the most “sociable”, aka, being tokens.

Also, I have noticed that token AAs seem to think themselves superior to FOB asians. This is also fascinating. Even though the token AA has little power in his group (or maybe some if he’s decent looking), he seems to think of himself as better than the “FOB” because white people accept him. However, that acceptance comes with the price of behaving in a way that is pleasing to white’s perceptions of Asians.

Of course, the argument can be, this is all because of MINDSET. But MINDSET is formed by experience. White people are treated differently in the workplace than Asians, therefore, they have a different MINDSET. You cannot have that mindset without the experience, that is called DELUSION.

Interaction involves more than one person. If AA males need to be assertive to get ahead, the people on the receiving end, the (majority are white) co-workers, also need to be okay with that assertiveness. However, research shows that that’s not the case. Because of the difference in social power between the two groups, white people feel instinctively that they don’t need to take that shit from an AA, regardless of competence at the task, “leadership skills”, etc.

In the end, AA males that see this look to themselves in attempt to change themselves. However, this is just another strategy. They tell AA males that they need to be more assertive, more confident, have more social skills, etc, etc, etc, which is merely just an attempt to get them to not be dissatisfied enough, while keep producing the same level of work. As long as you believe you have a chance in the workplace to get ahead, you will continue to work hard, the managers benefit from this, while you get your inflation raise.

“Social skills” is a two way street. I think AAs tend to forget that being white/Asian does make a huge difference in how people treat you. From my observations, the majority of young (30~) white managers are not smarter, more competent, but simply average/above average looking white males. They make friends easily because they have never been bullied, systematically emasculated, and have found that by being decent looking, tall, or broad shouldered, people respect them and do what they say. This is HALO EFFECT, where people confuse it for “social skills” and competence. Not that they are not smart, but in the same way the alpha wolf never read a book on management, he was just born bigger and stronger.

AsianMasculinity and other AA male groups, like PUA, etc, seem to have a deluded sense of what can be accomplished, and blame the individual for not accomplishing it. I believe this is because we are emasculated, and have it the hardest out of all men, and in order to give ourselves hope, we believe in these things. By blaming the individual, we keep the narrative that success is possible for everyone, and no one is really discouraged. Even if they have to doubt and question themselves, and suffer through that, they still believe that IT IS POSSIBLE to be successful in the white man’s society. Of course, who benefits the most from this? The white managers and owners that profit from AA males’ hard work in the workplace.

My point in all this is that for AA males that are in the corporate workplace, either through need to survive, or because of misplaced hopes, it’s important to assess the situation critically, and without your hopes clouding your judgment.

Or else you will end up 40, have given the best years of your life for the profits of others, and wonder why your boss is a 30 year old white dude with “social skills”.

EDIT: There’s some parts that need to be expanded. But if no one reads this then I won’t bother as it is quite long already.

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Reposted with permission from /u/chinesethrowaway111 with slight modifications

Credit to H.S.

Alright guys, this is the meat of all my posts. Everything we’ve talked about before leads up to this. Part 1, we talk about the importance of coming up with a vision for yourself. Part 2, we talk about why it’s unproductive to give external opinions too much credit, and why it’s important – especially for Asian men – to focus on self-development. In Part 2.5, I wrote a brief post about getting your financial situation nice and streamlined.

Here, I’m going to attempt to explain how you go about building yourself into the man you want to be, and how it’ll snowball until you become an unstoppable juggernaut of personal growth.


So you’ve sketched out a vision for yourself. You’ve decided that you’re ready to ignore external negativity and focus on you. You’ve got your finances figured out and now you have money set aside to invest in yourself. Now, we can start building, and this is the best part!

The idea of this post is to take your vision, and start making it real. The hardest part about this is taking the first few steps. Initially, it’ll feel weird. Maybe you want to learn guitar, but you can’t figure out what guitar out of all the choices you should buy. Or maybe you buy one, but your friends tease you about it (cough get new friends). There are a myriad of excuses you can tell yourself to put off change, and the mental barriers will be strongest in the very beginning. This is partly why I made a post about money – setting aside a budget helps lower that barrier and makes it easier to try new hobbies. Now, since I can’t speak for everyone, I’ll just show you guys how I’ve personally gotten into the groove of constant self-improvement.

Building Momentum

When I graduated college and started working, the past decade of my life had only included one hobby: Chinese martial arts. After I started making money, I decided that I wanted to try some new things (fracturing my ankle was a factor too haha). The first thing I did was to buy the cheapest, but well-reviewed bass guitar and amp combo off Amazon for less than two-hundred bucks. Probably one of the best purchases of my life. Picking up bass guitar gave me a drastically deeper of appreciation for music. I didn’t force myself to practice by any kind of schedule. I just found songs I enjoyed, looked up tabs, and practiced the songs because I enjoyed playing. Since I played for fun, I improved quickly (in the beginning, I would often come home from work and play for hours at a time), and with help from my instrumentally-inclined roommate, even learned some basic theory and how to improvise.

The next hobby I picked up was reading/learning, if that counts as a hobby. I bought a Kindle, which is probably the second best purchase of my life. I used to love reading but stopped reading for leisure in college. Now with a Kindle, I could have an entire library in my hands! I got caught up on a lot of classic books, and if there was one I didn’t enjoy, I just dropped it and moved on to the next book.

This is a concept that I want to emphasize: don’t force yourself into anything. The whole point of this is to find things that you enjoy. If you try out a book and you don’t like it, stop reading it. If you pick up a hobby and you don’t enjoy it, just drop it. Don’t feel obligated to stick with it and ruin it for yourself. Your vision is flexible. Again this, is why a budget is important. Say you buy a cheap guitar and you don’t get into it – keep it, sell it, give it to your little sister; it’s all good because you’ll have a new budget the next month anyway.

You might question yourself at first. Buying that first bass guitar seemed like a silly impulse at the time. “What the hell am I doing with this thing,” I thought to myself. Over time though, the more I found hobbies that I loved and that made my life richer, the less hesitation I had about trying new things, as long as it fit in my budget. Backyard archery? Done. Boxing class? Done. Homebrewing kit? Done. Soon I started to find that I had so many fun hobbies that I didn’t even really want to play video games anymore. Sure I could sit around and get some virtual achievements and probably feel shitty for spending the whole day in a chair, but I could also go out and work on my archery. Getting better at real-world hobbies was straight-up addicting. And the great thing about having so many different options was that I could always be growing as a person – even if I wasn’t in the mood to read one day, I could play guitar. If not guitar, I could listen to some podcasts, or maybe go to the pool and work on my freestyle. Which isn’t to say I don’t play video games for fun every so often as well (my god The Last of Us was fantastic), but I had many other options too.

The point is, you get into a habit of learning new things, simply because it’s enjoyable. Life has so much to offer. You’ll find that the worst feeling the world is stagnating – realizing that your past month or week was totally forgettable because you achieved nothing in your personal life.

Gaining Confidence and Learning to Give Zero Fucks

If nothing else, I would hope you guys read this section. This is why the process of working towards a vision is so important: it gives you real, genuine confidence. It’s hard to explain in words how it does so, and I’m sure many psychology papers could be written on the topic. I personally think it’s a combination of many things:
By getting used to constantly trying and committing to new things, you become less apprehensive about unfamiliar situations. Everything from new sports to different places to meeting new people becomes interesting and an exciting opportunity to gain new perspectives.

Because you witness yourself growing all the time, you realize that you have essentially infinite potential. You can be (almost) anything you want, which has some pretty big effects on confidence.

You realize how few people live this way, and how many people settle for complacency. You start to have a hard time imagining how people can go for months or even years without really changing as a human being. There’s definitely pride to be taken in this, though it’s important to avoid looking down on others.

Other people’s opinions of you stop mattering. Because what do they know? You may even find it laughable, because most of the people who might hate on you have never done anything to improve themselves. Unless they’re well-developed individuals themselves, their opinion of you has zero value.

You know that you’re interesting. You can relate to most people through one of your new interests or another. You always have something to share, and stories to tell. When people ask you what you do for fun, instead of freezing up and feeling self-conscious, your problem now is, “Where do I even start?”

You learn to appreciate how colorful life is. Every activity or interest that you take up will be a world in itself. You approach every person you meet with genuine interest, because they might be able to introduce you to one of these worlds.

I’m probably missing plenty more. You can probably see how this affects the way you approach a lot of the common topics discussed in this sub: racism, socializing, dating, etc. In my first post, I wrote something along the lines of how everything falls into place once you get into this groove, and I wasn’t exaggerating. What we’re doing here is building true confidence out of a lifestyle that takes care of itself in terms of self-improvement. Once you get the ball rolling, it’s all downhill. Of course, you’ll occasionally hit some slumps or lose momentum, and that’s perfectly fine. None of us are perfect, and it’s okay to have moments of weakness or laziness. But get in the habit often enough, and more likely than not, you’ll find yourself wanting to pick yourself up and keep growing. Life is just more fun that way.

In the next post, I’ll give some suggestions for specific kinds of investments that I personally think lay great foundations for being a well-rounded man.

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Part 1: Vision
Part 2: Society

To recap, in Part 1, I wrote about how important it is for a man to have a vision for himself. I want to emphasize that this vision is not intended to be set in stone, and will certainly change over time. The point is not to decide here and now the path we take for the rest of our lives. The point is to give ourselves an objective and a general direction to start moving towards. In Part 2, I wrote about why it’s important that we focus less on society’s perception of Asian men, and more on developing ourselves independent of external opinions.


Note: Some of you may already have this on lock. If so, great. But I personally think this is an under-discussed topic that is very important to the rest of my posts.

Before we start talking about building ourselves into the person we want to be, we need to first talk about money. Let me make it clear right now that money does not make the man. However, until you become financially independent, it will be difficult, if not impossible, to freely pursue your interests. Personally, my parents taught me essentially nothing about money. In some respects, I’m lucky that they supported me financially so that I could focus on my schooling and not have to worry about money during my adolescence. In any case, I’d like to share what I’ve learned.

Your first task at hand is to pay off your debts. Again, I was fortunate enough to not have to worry about paying for my tuition, so I don’t think I’m in a position to speak on this particular topic. I highly suggest picking up Ramit Sethi’s book, I Will Teach You To Be Rich
I Will Teach You to Be Rich. In fact, all of this section will draw from that book.

The importance of keeping a budget cannot be understated. If you want to live freely and be able to invest in yourself, you need to take control of your money. What we’re going to do is calculate as close to possible what our monthly expenses and savings are, subtract that from our take home income, and then set aside the rest to spend however you please. The great thing about having everything calculated out is that you don’t have to feel guilty about spending any of that “Spending Money”. Splurge on a fantastic meal with friends. Sign up for a martial arts class. Build a nice wardrobe. Buy a sweet drum set. Go crazy on that Steam Summer Sale. Here’s how to do it:

Pull up a spreadsheet.

Calculate your monthly income, after taxes.

Figure out what your monthly expenses are. I’m talking about rent, utilities, gas, food, insurance, etc. basically all the necessities in your life. For things like food and gas, you’re going to have to make an estimate. As you track your finances over time, you can better adjust these values.

Decide how much money you want to save per month. Personally, I put $150 into a Roth IRA, $150 into a savings account titled “Wedding”, $150 into “House”, and $200 into “Misc.” for things like travel or a new car. If your employer offers a 401k match, contribute the maximum amount they’ll match. It’s free money, man. These values will depend on your income and how much you feel like saving. I think Ramit suggests saving a total of 10-15% of your take home income.

Subtract your expenses (3) and savings (4) from your monthly income (2), and boom! The rest you can spend absolutely guilt-free.

A great tool to use is The website allows you to connect all your financial accounts and create budgets that let you see at a glance where your money is going. I created four budgets based on a few of the expense categories that Mint uses for transactions: “Auto and Transport”, “Food and Dining”, “Home” (I use this for my rent checks), and “Shopping”. The first three categories I use to make sure my estimates for my expenses are correct. Every now and then, I look at my transactions and correct the categories that some of them fit into. For all transactions that are non-essential, or that I think of as recreational, I categorize under “Shopping”. This way I can tell at a glance how much money I have left to spend on non-essentials.

Say I give myself a “Shopping” budget of $500 a month. As long as I don’t spend more than that, I can use the money however I please. Maybe I go all-out and use it all to build myself a basic wardrobe. Maybe I don’t spend nearly that much, and just let the budget rollover into next month, or decide to dump it into my savings. The point is that now you have the freedom to spend the money on things you enjoy, and not have to wonder whether or not you can afford to do so. Now we’re free to start investing in ourselves and working on that vision!

Part 3: Lifestyle

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Part 1: Vision

When I found /r/AsianMasculinity, I was looking for a community of men that could help each other reach their full potentials, knowing the struggles and challenges that we face as Asian males. Even the strongest of us falter sometimes, and need a push to get going again, and a constructive community is a key part of that. I’m not sure this sub is there yet. Most of the posts I see here are about external factors – role models, media, dating, whatever. My personal opinion? None of that shit matters. Let’s talk. (I’m about to get feisty and dramatic. Fair warning.)


If you read Part 1, you may remember my analogy about the river of life. If you didn’t, I’m not going to type it out again, so go read it. :3 The river of life basically represents all these external factors that may (or may not) affect us. Basically, society. Now don’t get me wrong, I think it is useful to discuss the challenges we face, but only to a certain point. Say we’re all pebbles floating around in this river, still getting buffeted around and stuff. We can talk about Asian women dating white men, the lack of strong Asian male leads in movies, and the latest racist thing that happened on TV till we’re blue in the face and nothing is going to change. A few little pebbles aren’t going to do shit to the flow of the river by complaining about the way it flows. Hell, for all we know, this river could flow this way forever and will never change. Seriously. Think about that. What if the world just never takes Asian men seriously? I mean, if we’re talking about our lifetimes, that might as well be possible. So what then? Are we just going continue as pebbles being knocked around, angrily cursing the river?

PffffffFUCK NO. Don’t be ridiculous. Beating these topics to death serves no purpose.

Role models are great but that’s all they are – models. We can use them as evidence of what Asian men can achieve but that’s it. I’m as big a fan of Bruce Lee as anyone, but I don’t want to be Bruce Lee. I know the man had his faults just like anyone else. I want to be my own kind of man.

Media? Dude, who cares about what white people are putting on TV? Sure, it’d be nice to see a great Asian male lead character, but let’s not kid ourselves – that won’t change anything for us. It would just be another role model, and a fictional one at that.

And oh man, dating. We talk about dating way too much. I mean yes, even I get a little pissed about the whole AF/WM thing, but come on – why do we care so much about the choices that someone else makes about their own lives? Forget those chicks, they’re missing out. Seriously, think about it – based on nothing else but race, those women have eliminated what, like, 50% of the world’s male population from their potential romantic partners? How sad is that, that they really think there are no Asian men out there who could make them happy? Pretty sad, dudes. Especially if we all cut the bitching and get to the improving. Being successful in romance doesn’t come from getting good at dating. It comes from being a willful, independent, and fulfilled human being.

The more that we rage about this stuff, the more we let that negativity seep in. It’s poison. We start believing the very lies we’re complaining about. Don’t believe me? Think about what it means to be Asian for a moment. Take the first thoughts that float into your head. Are they “strong”, “independent”, “masculine”, “cultured”? For most of us, probably not. But why not?

Did you forget that during its golden era, China was the greatest civilization in the world? I’m not talking just in sciences and math or something. I’m also talking about having some of the greatest military strategists, armies, and military technologies the world had ever seen. Did you forget that the Mongol Horde came out of fucking nowhere and completely decimated some of the best armies of the world with almost hilarious ease? Some historians think that if it weren’t for the Mongols invading China, the western world would not be in the dominant position it enjoys today. Most importantly, did you forget that perhaps only a couple of generations ago, your ancestors started from nothing, clawing out a life for themselves and their families so that eventually down the line, you could have a life that they literally could not have even dreamed of? Or that – as second-generation kids, as I assume many of us are – our parents had the determination and courage to totally uproot their lives to go live and work in a country whose culture and language was completely and totally alien, seeing their families and childhood homes only on rare opportunities?

Why have we forgotten that we come from a heritage of courage and tenacity? Fuck the media, and fuck society. What nerve they have to belittle our culture and our families. Don’t let the words of others plant seeds of insecurity in you. Our predecessors fought tooth and nail to give us the lives that we have now, and if nothing else, we owe it to them and ourselves to fight even a fraction as hard to fulfill our potentials.

Third Culture Kids

What the rest of society doesn’t realize is how great our potential is as a generation of men who grew up in not only one, but two very different cultures. Some of us lament that we don’t fit in either culture. I say, embrace it. Some discard their Asian-ness and assimilate to better fit in. I don’t blame them, but I do think that’s a shame. We stand in a unique position in history and culture where we can be some of the first to combine the strengths of the multiple cultures we’re a part of, and clearly see and avoid their weaknesses. This is something I truly believe, and if it’s a new idea to you, I encourage you to give it some thought.

The Takeaway

I talked about vision in the previous post, but I only touched on why it’s important. It’s especially when society and popular culture throws caricatures of us, at us, that we most need to shut out the noise, and focus on the vision of who we want to be. This means limiting your consumption of media. This means shrugging off the negativity. This means coming to your senses and realizing how cool it is to be Asian, and especially Asian _______. The more you work on your vision, the less you care about what society thinks about you, because you know that only you truly understand the person that you’ve built. It may even become funny that society underestimates you to such a hilarious degree.

So stop caring so much about what others think. Let’s focus on us.

/leaps into space

Part 2.5: Money

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What’s up /r/AsianMasculinity? My name is Power_Leap. I’m here to help people out by outlining what I personally think is a solid path towards real, self-realized manhood. Feel free to civilly disagree, ask questions, or contribute.

There’s some good advice in /r/AsianMasculinity, but I often feel there’s not enough elaboration. For example, “stop caring about the media.” I totally agree! But that’s not something that you just read on Reddit one day, and instantly get. Things like “stop caring,” “practice eye contact,” or even “pick up hobbies” are all pieces of a larger puzzle, that all interact and influence each other. They aren’t singular tasks that you can just do and check off your list. What I want to try to do is outline the actionable steps I took that had the greatest effect on me personally in becoming a well-rounded, confident Asian dude. Call me out if I’m not being specific enough. Feel free to PM me. Let’s get started.


The first and most important thing is this: figure out what kind of person you want to be. There’s a saying that goes, “If you stand for nothing, you’ll fall for anything.” If you don’t set values, principles, and goals for yourself, how can you expect to do anything but meander aimlessly through life? How can you be anything but aimless, if you’re not aiming for anything? Now, none of this has to be set in stone. Your goals for yourself will change over time. But you need to have at least some kind of vision of the sort of man you aspire to be. Nothing great was ever built without a blueprint.

I think of it like the character creation step of an RPG. I dunno about y’all, but I sit down, I decide what kind of class I want to play, how I’m gonna play it, what my style of fighting is going to be, what color pubes would match well with my eyes, everything. This is the same attitude I apply towards my life. Personally, I want to be a bad-ass scientist and man of many manly talents. I want to be intelligent and well-read, as well as tough and able, and have skills like boxing, wilderness survival, music, archery, car repair/maintenance, etc.

This is the first step to not giving a fuck. First, have a vision of who you want to be, independent of what anyone else in society thinks because fuck them. This is about you. This blueprint gives you something to work towards, whether it’s by signing up for dance lessons, or getting a lockpicking starter kit, or just reading and learning about something. And as you work towards it, it becomes less and less a mere vision, and more and more a reality. It won’t take long before you look at yourself in the mirror and you realize that you’re no longer just another cookie-cutter dude. You’re starting to look like a person who’s custom-built, according to your own specifications, and that is a big fucking deal. Why? Because now you can walk around in life proud of what you’ve built, even if it’s still a work in progress.

You guys like metaphors? I like metaphors, and here’s one I particularly like. Imagine life is a turbulent river. It shouldn’t take much effort because that’s what it is. You never know if it’s going to knock you over, or trap you in an eddy, or generally just fling you around. If you don’t have a sense of identity, you’re just a shapeless cloud of sand and debris in this river (and I’d say most people are). The current pushes and pulls you around, and all you can do is go along for the ride. Fuck that. If you want control over your life, you need to take all that sand, crush it in your manly, veiny hand, and turn that shit into a rock.

(superman turning dirt into diamond)

The first step to doing that is to decide who you want to be. The second is to work towards it. Become a rock and the river of life has no power over you. Just as a rock inevitably sinks and settles, you move towards your goals and your vision, and nothing life throws at you can stop you.

The Asian Side

Since /r/AsianMasculinity is for Asians in particular, I should address the Asian side of this topic. I’m second generation. My parents came over here from Taiwan, and all they really instilled in me as a kid was to be a good student, go to a good college, get a good career. We never talked about their lives. I basically knew nothing about their past personalities or dreams or fears. Considering their backgrounds, and my grandparents backgrounds, I don’t blame them. That’s just the way the culture is if you’re only a couple generations descendent from farmers. They simply didn’t have the luxury of thinking about identity or who they wanted to be. It was enough to live comfortably and provide for their kids so that those kids might have more of an opportunity to dream than they did. If you’re a second-generation kid like me, that means us. We have that opportunity to dream about who we want to be. We also get the mixed blessing of being the first, of starting with a blank slate. On the one hand, my parents didn’t guide or give me any examples of what I could aspire to, other than being academically successful, and it made me comparatively boring and dull in my younger days. On the other hand, other than the whole stay-in-and-study thing (which is relatively easy to shrug off), I have essentially a blank identity canvas to paint on, however my naked frolicking heart desires. Going even further, I think the fact that I’ve carved out the person that I am today completely with my own two hands has given me confidence that I wouldn’t have if I had just passively absorbed certain hobbies or traits from my parents.

The Takeaway

So here’s the deal. Sit yourself down. Figure out what kind of man you want to be. The way you want to interact with people, the skills you want to have, the things you want to understand, the values that are important enough to you to fight for. Write it down if you have to. Hell, post right here in the comments describing your vision. Start working at it. Keep at it long enough and soon you’ll find that it’s become a habit. Soon you’ll notice that everything else just starts to fall into place.

Part 2: Society

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Recently a brother at /r/asianmasculinity shared this video, which depicts a group of young African American men sharing what they believe to be a gospel truth on a busy street

This brother shared it as an example of an Asian man acting strongly in defense of ‘right’. At around the 8-1/2 minute mark, the Asian man spits on the face of one of the African Americans who has outed himself as having called the man a ‘chink’

The responses on the original discussion thread were varied – readers were generally polarized in their beliefs of whether it was worth engaging with these men in the first place.

The Bible teaches us to love our neighbors. It is written in Mark 12:31 “Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no other commandment greater than [this]”.

We all know that we ought to treat others as we would like to be treated. This is commonly called the Golden Rule, the most famous version of which says, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”. It is deeply grounded in each of us from a young age, as evidenced by our desire to see justice and equality served to all. So when the young man occupying the camera’s attention goes on to complain about how the Asian man had called him and his cohort ‘black’ as if this were a grave sin, he does so with the knowledge that he, too, has sinned against his fellow man. His hatred stems from a misplaced pride, and he is unaware of the dramatic irony with which he acts.

Unfortunately, videos like this attract racists in droves. One look at the comments shows that they are flooded with persons of various racial backgrounds attacking the African American men: they call them “nigger”, “scum”, the “lowest form of life”. Some African Americans openly celebrate the efforts of their brothers, while others denounce them. The goal of racists is to divide us into so many little units and to have us fight it out for racial supremacy.

The reality is this: we all occupy this space together and, regardless of race or creed, there are certain codes of ethics required of us in order to maintain any semblance of having an ordered society. Those seeking to perpetuate a singular belief in the supremacy of one race do so to incite hate amongst their followers.

In our life’s struggles, let us not perpetuate these flawed notions. Each of us belongs to a group that feels in some way blessed – it is entirely human to hold a strong sense of pride for where you come from. If none exists, one should be made, though never to be wielded as an instrument of hatred, or to serve as justification to raise oneself at the expense of others.

In attempting to build a strong sense of pride for ones culture and heritage, let us not go to extremes, lest we incite hatred for those who are different from ourselves. The road has enough pain as is: do not add to it.

Asian men have small penises

Yes; when it comes down to it, the rest of the world is awfully curious about Asian men and their penises. I once had a boss with a terrible sense of humor who would make a habit of inquiring into just how I would masturbate. He’d mime a short yanking motion while wearing his goofy grin, and I offered that we could discuss his repeatedly sexually harassing me with HR if need be.

The fact is that men are obsessed with comparing things with one another, and the size of the male phallus is kind of a big deal for a lot of guys (and some girls), which is totally understandable.

There are two approved ways of dealing with this stereotype if confronted with it by another man:

1. Bring out the facts

Look at Tables 2 and 3 (presented below) from Richard Lynn’s An examination of Rushton’s theory of differences in penis length and circumference and r-K life history theory in 113 populations.

In some instances, the data are self-reported whereas, in others, they have been captured by measurement conducted by a third party. The immediate reaction to the data as reported may be to agree with prevailing stereotypes about men’s relative penis sizes.
Table 2
Table 3

.. And that’s where a further reading is required. Taking the data at face value yields a couple of interesting points:

  1. men of all races have a tendency to over-exaggerate the size of their own penises
  2. the average length of the asian penis, 5.3 inches (Table 2), is greater than the length of the average penis in the USA, 12.90cm / 2.54cm/inch = 5.08 inches (Table 3)

In his examination Richard Lynn gives the source of data for Table 2 as “a survey carried out in New York City in 2010 of objectively measured and self-measured erect penis length in a sample of 800 adult men consisting of 200 from each group of blacks, Hispanics, whites and Asians. The majority of the group identified as Asians will have comprised Chinese and Koreans, but may have included some South and Southeast Asians”. He states that the data reported in Table 2 was retrieved from on June 20, 2011

Table 3 summarizes the data from, retrieved 20 June, 2011. Lynn states that “the information in this website has been collated from data obtained by research centers and reports worldwide”.

As of today, however, a visit to the claimed source for Table 2 shows that it’s pulling data from the same source given in Table 3. In fact, it’s remained completely unchanged since Richard Lynn visited it on June 20, 2011, as shown by a brief visit to the Internet Archive Wayback Machine:*/

The only other lead to follow from the alleged data source for Table 2 shows a complete miss as far back as the Internet Archive Wayback Machine goes:*/ Further research indicates that the articles on the domain originate from, itself a

Even stranger is the source for Table 3, which looked like this on June 24, 2011, just four days after Lynn claims to have retrieved data from that site: A quick visit reveals graphics with no logical ordering of data and a laundry list of sources held separate from any accompanying data. The legitimacy of the site’s claims is left up to the reader to deduce on their own.

Lynn’s paper has received some criticism regarding his choice of sources:

Jelte Wicherts, professor of methodology at Tilburg University, Holland, told the Telegraph: “This is a brave paper in a controversial area but the data has no methodology.”

It doesn’t take a professor of methodology to tell you that there is no merit to the data collection process. Even more telling of the paper’s lack of merit is Richard Lynn’s failure to mention it on his list of publications ( There are zero instances of the word penis appearing anywhere on his site.

Finally, Richard Lynn has historically faced criticism in his research process, making him an utterly unreliable source of information.

At best his examination is guilty of spreading disinformation responsible for perpetuating the prevailing stereotypes of racial differences in penis sizes.

Further reading on this line of discussion:

The Pseudoscience of Race Differences in Penis Size by Scott McGreal, psychology researcher for Psychology Today
r/K selection theory and Race, Evolution, and Behavior (1995), the book authored by J. Philippe Rushton on its application to race
Richard Lynn’s An examination of Rushton’s theory of differences in penis length and circumference and r-K life history theory in 113 populations

2. Insinuate that the other guy is more interested in cock than he’s willing to let on

Do this tactfully and deflect while striking at the heart of the enemy by surmounting a strike against his masculinity. Be prepared for a counter-attack if facing a testy opponent. Unless he’s gay, and you like him, in which case..

There is one approved way of dealing with this stereotype if confronted by a female or a gay man (that you have intentions of bedding):

1. Place his/her hand on your bulge and swoop

I mean it. It’ll save a lot of discussion, and you can always talk about the facts some other time. Extra style points for getting your new love-thing’s happy reaction on camera.

In my own case, I had a real dog of a boss. I suspect that he was just feeling a little frustrated in his love life, not too uncommon. Maybe things were getting a little cold in the bedroom for him. Not my problem.

What other stereotypes have you got? Sound off below.

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