Scott Locklin

Most people on the Actual Right are decidedly not in favor of the open border policy in the United States and broader Western world. They complain of the program of race replacement, foreigners stealing our jeeeerbs, committing crimes, and generally lowering the property values in the place. Personally, I'm all for open borders, but we should only import the women. For one thing, they commit far fewer crimes. For another, we all know women are supposed to be better than men at virtually everything now, so why import more of the defective sex? There is another more selfish reason. You see, I belong to an oppressed sexual minority: American men who prefer foreign women. There is power in naming things, and so I'll just come out and say it: I am an American xenosexual man. It took me a while to come to realize my sexual preference. It was never conscious until fairly recently, and I figure it's time for me to come out of the closet, so my xenosexual brothers won't feel alone. It isn't a realization which I'm particularly happy to have had, as it makes life in the Republic incredibly inconvenient. In my long and sordid career as a bachelor, the only women I have been able to maintain a romantic relationship with have been at least raised in other countries.

I'm sure this statement is causing American female upper lips to distort into a snarl. "Oh, another insecure man who is intimidated by an empowered woman" – this is how it usually goes. This sort of thing captures, in essence, what is psychologically wrong with American women for a man of my sexual preference. First of all, the facts are wrong. If I were insecure, I wouldn't have written this. Also, the women I've been able to deal with for longer than a year or two had job titles like, "SAW gunner," "machine learning engineer," "optical engineer," and "physicist." These are very likely to be considered more "empowered" job titles than anyone reading this will ever achieve in their high moral dudgeon. If you disagree, and think your job is much more awesome than these, I suggest you take it up with the SAW gunner. 

One of the excellent things about foreign women is they rarely try to cut your metaphorical testicles off with ridiculous shaming language. American women by contrast, don't seem capable of communication without bagging on a man or jiggling their ample bottoms on TikTok: preferably both simultaneously. Being an unpleasant, confrontational, sarcastic grouch seems to have become a sort of duty of latter-day American women. The rest of the world sees that as bad manners. Finally, the dribbling self-entitlement and totalitarian princess gall of it all. Why should anyone care if I won't be involved with American women? It is simply my preference: as worthy of respect and approbation as the male preference for sausage or redheads or women with full sleeve tattoos. I count American women as friends and family members. I love American women! I just don't want to be in any kind of romantic or physical relationship with them. Other varieties of women don't get so upset about men not liking their kind so much. As a social experiment, I once told a beautiful and talented Russian girl I had a problem with depressing crazy drunkard Russian girls. She agreed with me that most Russian girls are crazy, depressing and drink too much, and pointed out the good sides of Russians (hotness, passion, femininity), and noticed that she's actually not really so Russian: she was from a tribe in Russia known for its cheerfulness and moderation. This anecdote illustrates an important difference between domestic and imported females. When faced with an outcome they do not like, American woman will become disagreeable. The foreign woman will become more feminine and seductive; a tactic most men have little power to resist. Since I am not a masochist who enjoys being menaced by angry harridans with rolling pins, this causes me to like the imported models better than the domestic variety. I know, my non-standard sexual preference is weird and kind of hard to wrap your brain around, but I can't help it.

Like many men who were afflicted with a non-standard sexual preference, I'm pretty sure I was born this way.

While my preference is emotional, being wrought in my own sense of extreme heterosexuality and a complete lack of masochism, I also look at it as intensely logical. I buy and sell for a living. American women are a bad investment. I'm a very busy man: I'm trying to build a business, create jobs and generate wealth. American women get upset when you're not paying attention to them, and do things like start an argument about where to put your goldfish. Foreign women do things like try to help when you are busy. Many American women are also wrapped up in status monkey games (muuuust get big house) and the consumer gerbil wheel. Even if I were to find an American woman who makes the kind of dough I do, she'd likely spend the pair of us into penury before I am able to hire a divorce lawyer. Foreign women generally come from less prosperous nations, and so they're less interested in purchasing an enormous McMansion and stuffing it full of plastic tchotchkes along with a couple of neurotic crotch fruit who are unsure of their genders.

Foreign women often believe in thrift, rather than conspicuous consumption. American women also tend to believe in deeply unattractive insanity like "gender as social construct feminism," astrology, socialism, putting unsightly tattoos all over their bodies, allowing your 4-year-old to pick his gender but not his bedtime, and moral relativism of all kinds. I have yet to figure out why anybody would contract any kind of alliance with a moral relativist. Foreign women have often seen these bad ideas disproved on a daily basis in their lives in less civilized nations, so they tend to believe in things like common sense. I know this probably seems incredibly selfish of me, and perhaps some people think I should be a good fellow and entertain American women with discussions of where I put my goldfish, but as a productive member of society, I feel it is my duty to do my best without too many useless distractions. I figure the slouchy hipsters with nothing better to do can go argue with American women about their goldfish to keep them happy while I'm off doing useful work.

American women have a weird relationship with sex. They're known all the world over as loose women. Yet, sex with an American woman is a study in time-motion efficiency at best. Back in my academic days, I once taught an Italian grad student how to pick up girls on the internets: probably the only useful thing I ever taught anybody in an academic setting. Being Italian, he quickly became better at it than I was, but after his first couple of successes he came to my office with a troubled brow. "Scott, what is wrong with American women? I don't want to brag, but I am good at sex. These women, they don't cum when I fuck them." It took considerable powers of persuasion to convince him that the average American female needs to be worked over with power tools, months of therapy, and various acts considered signs of deviant madness by the American Psychological Association 60 years ago, in order to experience authentic genital quakes with someone else present in the room. This isn't just the anecdotal evidence of a couple of science nerds sitting around the synchrotron; there have been studies done on this subject. The vaginal orgasm is observably going away, both in the United States and Western Europe. There are exceptions to all this, but the vaginal orgasm is so elusive among American females, it is widely considered to be a myth among the educated classes. Everywhere else in the world, it's considered the normal way of conducting business. I am not a psychologist, but ideas I've come up with include epigenetics, poisonous feminism, hormonal imbalances, outbreeding depression, inability to relax, and the baleful influence of ideology and mass media. Some researchers have pointed out that a likely cause is improper sex education which focuses on the clitoris; essentially, American women flick the bean too much to derive any pleasure from normal, or even heroic heterosexual intercourse. A parsimonious explanation, somewhat borne out by my personal investigations into the subject. Apparently most American men don't mind that their snuggle bunnies might as well be doing their taxes while they drill for gold. Some men presumably enjoy the manly hobby of wielding power tools even in the boudoir, or perhaps some enjoy dictating Tolstoy with the tips of their tongues every night. Well, that is their preference. While power tools and Tolstoy have their charms, I like the old-fashioned kind of sex better, and the imported models are the ones dishing it out.

There is also the matter of poise, style, and feminine grace? Most of you Americans won't know what I am talking about here, because you haven't been around enough foreign women. American women do things like eat while they're walking down the street. Foreign women know this is horrifically gauche, to say nothing of fattening, so they don't do it. Foreign women are too busy trying to balance a plate on their heads to shove cupcakes in their mouths while they walk around. Fashion? Foreign women unashamedly wear dresses. American women wear clothing designed to disguise the fact that they are actually female. American do not sashay or glide like the old-fashioned foreigners do: they gambol and gesticulate like something out of the ape cage at the zoo. When they're trying to be "feminine", an American woman will do something like deploy her décolletage like a couple of battleship cannons. While I guess there is something appealing about gratuitous baboon displays of secondary sexual characteristics, it's a crude gambit to my rarified xenosexual senses. A foreign woman can dangle her shoe at me with a naughty smirk, and I will forget all about the battleship cannons seated at the bar next to her. Granted, most American men seem to prefer to be bludgeoned with female battleship cannons; I know I'm the weird one here. Maybe the dress thing is some kind of atavistic thing, or maybe it's because I understand how fermentation works that I don't care for girls in pants. I guess most American men prefer that women wear the pants.

The dimensions of modern American women are worth a mention. The average American woman as of 2016 is 5'4" and tips the scales at 171lbs with a 38.6" waist size. The average American woman BMI is 29.6. Remember 30 is considered "obese." For medical purposes; the average American woman is not just overweight, but essentially obese. I'm about normal height and weight for American men, though I carry it in better places due to my diet and gym habits (34" waist; 41" is average)  I can't imagine being naked with a woman who has a waist that much larger than mine. Yes I am intimidated by this; not only is it unsightly, women with waists above 31" are considered at severe risk of diabetes.

By my calculations, that sort of waist size puts the average American female at approximately 40% bodyfat. Healthy values would be something like 20%, yielding a surplus of 35 lbs of fat per woman. There are about 170 million American women, giving a grand total of 6 billion pounds of unsightly excess lard on American women. To give you an idea of how obscene this is, 7lbs of fat are about equivalent in energy expenditure to a gallon of petrochemical fuel. Each Saturn-V rocket; the awe-inspiring monstrosities which hurled 1960s era Freemasons to the moon, contained only 960,000 gallons of fuel. Waving my hands over the stoichiometry, this means there is enough excess, libido destroying pork butter, on American womanhood to power 6250 or so manned moon missions. While American men may like their women on the chunky side, I consider it incredibly wasteful that all this high fructose corn syrup go to expand female waistlines when it could be used to power space ships to the moon. I prefer the old-fashioned kind of females who have bellies considerably smaller than my own; you know, like the foreign ones.

Then there is the idea of physical fitness among American women. Foreign women define physical fitness as being slim and feminine. American women think it is OK to be as fat as they like, so long as they can run a marathon or go on grueling hikes in the woods. Well, that's OK I guess; physical fitness is important, but if you're carrying around 35lbs of extra lard, I'm still not going to find you as attractive as a skinny but lazy Romanian or Vietnamese woman. Since I'm not presently looking for someone to plough my fields, serve as an emergency food supply, or staff a private army, the whole fitness thing isn't so important to me as the aesthetics of slender arms and waists.

I'm pretty sure there is a hormonal component to the whole thing. Look, for example, at American movie stars of yesteryear such as Hedy Lemarr and Lilian Gish. Beautiful, feminine, wholesome even, and dripping with estrogen. This is the kind of woman that appeals to American xenosexual men such as myself; they used to make them in America, back when Americans actually made things. Now we must make do with imports. People used to make lists of hammer-jawed beady-eyed harridans that we were commanded to find attractive; as recently as 2016; the normie magazine "ask men" had such a feature. I guess we're supposed to include dudes in these things now, but it's difficult to tell the difference. For a long time, mannish "superstars" with giant manly jawlines were sold to us as "hot." They probably paved the way for troon acceptance. There are many potential culprits for this curious physiological phenomenon among American women: pthalates, birth control pills, virilization through yoyo dieting, and polycystic ovary syndrome. Maybe women who have sampled too many Vienna sausages on the peen chuckwagon develop some sort of endocrinological issues? Or perhaps because modern American women are encouraged to compete and fight like a man, their adrenal glands have released enough androgens to visibly change them. Think about that for a minute: American feminism might change women physically. I'm no endocrinologist, and I've never done the calculations to see if this is possible, but the adrenal glands do release testosterone, and the adrenals are used a lot more by disagreeable grouchy American women than feminine foreigners. American men have been looking pretty testosterone deficient in recent years; perhaps they are seeking out testosterone in American women. By contrast to most American men, I have an endocrinological disorder cursing me with a high level of testosterone. As such, I don't care so much for the Popeye chin on the ladies, even if they are otherwise slim and healthy. I like the ones with nice oval shaped faces and soft feminine features.

The old 00s era blogger Roissy posted a sociological article about Kazakh perceptions of different nationalities of women which sums it up well. Borat's description of American women:

American woman is described in quite contradictory way. Most amazing is a negative estimation of her appearance. There are many variations on this topic: not well-groomed, not stylish, does not dress well, not fashionable clothes, not ironed shorts and T-shirt, sleepers, put on bare feet, elderly woman in shorts, emancipated woman, for whom it is not important how she looks, a girl without make-up, happy fatty woman, stout and shapeless person, a short hair-cut, a knapsack, waddling walk, tennis shoes, dentures, plain, manlike, unisex. 

Borat speaks the truth; no political correctness there, and Borat's women folk won't menace him with a rolling pin for noticing the obvious. Different kinds of men have different preferences and all that. If you like "stout and shapeless persons," all the more power to you. It doesn't matter to me where they're from. I don't discriminate against foreign women by race, color or creed: every variety of imported female I know of is better on average than the domestic kinds.