a karaoke bar on my street - it's staffed by some rather skimpily clad young women
i'm sorry to report that cambodia truly does attract the skeeviest bunch of western men you'll ever see. so far i've discerned two basic types within this general category:
1) subcategory a: the old, haggard, burnt-out hippy. this guy has long scraggly hair and a definite vd-look about him. he speaks some khmer, has probably been here awhile, and can often be seen with a young khmer woman in a short skirt and ridiculous heels.
2) subcategory b: the young dude here to compensate what can only be understood as his inadequate manhood. this guy roars around town on a dirt bike, making way too much noise. and that's saying a lot here. this guy likely does the same thing back home (in a monster truck or motorcycle), but here he can also shoot AK-47s, eat fried tarantulas, and sleep with very young women for a couple of dollars.
both types are disgusting, and i find it remarkably difficult to hide my contempt when i see one saunter or haul ass by. it only drives home the extent to which the west (starting with the french colonizers, continuing with the UN peacekeeping forces who arrived post-pol pot, and leading straight into the current tourist market for sex and violence) has always been complicit with, if not directly responsible for, the perversion of cambodian society. this is a major generalization that i will not back up with any stats or research, not yet anyway, and this is not at all to say that the cambodians are innocent in all this... it's just to point out an observation. maybe i'll have more to say later.
but for now, i should really get back to studying. this language isn't going to butcher itself!
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