This is a Chinese language article, FYI.  Another translation I have heard on the title is ‘We Live for Foreign Men’.  Whatever the agreed upon translation is, there are some pretty disturbing mentalities right now in Asia, where people are looking down on other Asians and having ‘White is Right’ mentality.  Sadly, it will probably take at least another generation until self hate and White worship issues become resolved amongst Asian populations.

http://news.21cn.com/luntan/retie/2006/07/25/2661280.shtml

Here is an unofficial translation from SL on the text:

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Even though I’ve been to Shanghai several times, I’m still [OOO]. This time I had the chance to get to know shanghai, especially truly experience the nightlight.

I always feel that Shanghai is a fashionable/trendy city and full of [OOO]. Shanghainese men are so softspoken if gives you goosebumps and warts. However, Shanghainese police are very cute. In our several encounters we were educated in a gentle manner by them. They’re not like Beijing police, who take away your license and tell you to stand to one side.

Sitting on the balcony of WaiTan 18 (a bar), listening to the whirring of [OOO], soaking in the scenery of the HuangPu River. Water droplets were constantly sticking to my face. Under the golden light of the lanterns the river took on a gilded regal look. This bar is a world famous [sex/social hangout…dunno wht he means there]. The people who come here are mostly white men with their hairy chests exposed, and some of the most beautiful Chinese women you’ve ever seen.

　I’ve been all over, and I guess I’ve seen my share of women. But coming here, I still can’t help but marvel at God’s creation. Here there are many what you could call exquisite women, as if jade-covered pagodas sprouted from the ground and appeared before your eyes. They smell really nice, [myriad other smarmy corny descriptions ensue] and the make the already decadent scenery of the HuangPu river even better [lots of cheesiness was lost in translation here].

Two 1.75m tall (about 5’9) beautiful women accompanied us, bonafide shanghainese local girls, rattled off eagerly to us about the shanghai nightlife, telling us the who-what-when-how of this and that bar. It was as if, we who come from Beijing, had become bumpkins who had never seen the outside word.

While talking, if some foreigners came over to say hi, they would tip their glasses of 300RMB/glass wine (paid on my tab) at them , and then affect sickenly sweet voices to say to the hair-chested foreigner “I’m fine, and you, my dear?

Meanwhile, when Chinese men would come over the chat them up, their faces become come, and using an icy tone, would say, “Cant you see I’m already with some friends?”

I thought to myself, if my friend hadn’t introduced them to me, if I had been one of the Chinese men approaching them, by my estimates they would have given me the same treatment.

On a table not far away, a scream suddenly broke out. We hushed and looked over, turns out a Chinese girl had been put on a couch by four foreigners,and [OOO..i’m gonna guess her skirt flew up?] . After this girl got up, ot only did she not show an iota of anger, she broke out into a smile and began dancing with the foreigners in a [OOO I’m gonna guess they were freaking?] fashion. The people around them who were looking out broke out in cheers and applause.

On the table across from us, there were also a few foreigners in wife beaters and a few beautiful Chinese girls engaging in a messy PDA fest.

A girl next to me told me: those girls are students at Shanghai University. I know them, on the weekends they come here. They look really pretty, but they take fees.

While saying this, the table across from us exploded into the obnoxious laughter of foreign men: turns out the a foreign make took a phallic shaped object and was proceeding to stick it in a Chinese girl’s mouth. Some girls laughingly scolded them while running away. It was apparent they were not angry with this boisterous man at all, and were even pleased at the attention they were drawing.

All this was starting to irk me, I shook my head. I asked the girl next to me, “Weiwei, do you like this type of scene?”

Taking a drink from her martini glass she nodded “I quite like it, I quite like it”

I said: “It seems to me you guys treat foreigners very well, but not so much the locals.”

Weiwei snapped at me “I treat you quite nicely, don’t I” After a while, she told me: “Just to keep it real, Shanghai, or women in Shanghai are all like this, they all like seeking foreigners no matter if for marriage or for friends, their first choice for a partner are foreigners.

Pointing to the foreigners I said, “You guys are like improperly-evolved animals, you dn’t respect Chinese women at all, look at how they treat girls”

Another girl said [some adverb I don’t understand], “Aiya, this isn’t anything, the people come here for merry making. My friend, foreign men are all like this, very straightforward and don’t hint at things. Unlike some Chinese men, such bad people and yet still put on a façade of refinement.”

This nearly [I’m gonna guess “floored’?] me, I quickly adjusted my glasses.

Weiwei laughed, slowly saying “This is the culture of shanghai. Before the end of the cultural revolution, the dream of SHanghainese women was to enter the [OOO] social scene. After Wen Ge, a lot of local girls would stowaway overseas, and after Gai Ge, shanghainese girls are going overseas en masse marrying foreigners. This is the culture of Shanghainese women. A lot of Shanghainese women think of themselves as being born for foreign men.”

Afer hearing this it was like I’d just swallowed a fly, I wanted to vomit from disgust. Tring to control myself for a few minutes, I got up to leave. Two girls, who by my estimation had been squirming to dive into the embrace of foreign men for a while, crisply bid me farewell, tipping their glasses at me. Looking at their green cocktail glasses, a look of intoxication, as if they were relishing the [OOO…I’m gonna say luxury?] of the world.

Considering the 300yuan/glass wine, to waste it would be a pity, so I gulped down half of my glass. This foreign alcohol to me was rancid and bitter, I almost spat it out.

　　I stood up. Walking through the perfumed air blending with the stink of foreigners on a dim alleyway, I left this place that sat on Chinese soil and yet was devoid of all Chinese feeling.

Following what Weiwei said, if Shanghainese women were born to be with foreign men, then I wonder, for whom were shanghainese (local ones) born?