If you are a creepy fetishist, you might have more success if you try to be more like this:

Things got worse when I heard the story of my friend Lydia, whose boyfriend’s Asiaphilic tendencies didn’t reveal themselves for months. By the end of the relationship, the guy had become an East Asian Studies/Chinese language double major, and never missed a chance to converse with her family in their native Mandarin. When she wasn’t around, he’d call her father to go out for Chinese food.

... instead of like this:

There was the 20-year-old UCI economics major who swears that Asian women’s vaginas “feel different somehow—very smooth and naturally lubricated.” Or the guy who sauntered up to me and asked, “You must be great with a chopstick, huh?”

In the follow-up to the article, "Yellow Fever", quoted above, the author discovers that fetishists are easily offended and prone to hyperbole:

On MensActivism.com (a “Men’s Rights and Activism” website), “John” went further, comparing “Yellow Fever” to Mein Kampf (bringing the number of Nazi comparisons to three).

[via Angry Asian Man]