Terms and definitions:
Bargirl: A generic term for Thai ladies who are employed at, or provide adult services from, beer bars, go-go bars, G Clubs, karaoke bars, freelancer outlets, hotel coffee shops, discotheques and night clubs. A bar girl can quiet often run through the whole gamut of the above listed work scenarios during her time in the profession. There are full timers and part timers. Some have normal day time jobs but supplement their incomes by hanging out at freelancer venues, and night clubs, in the evenings and on weekends. The less educated ones – those whose English language skills are basic – tend to stick to the beer bars and go-go bars while those with better language skills tend to move into the freelancer venues.
Bimbo: A hotter looking bargirl – normally from a go-go bar – who’s struck it rich by bagging a wealthy sponsor. A bimbo is a paid, or kept, piece of fluff that generally does nothing except spend the money she receives every month from her sponsor. Bimbo’s are bordering on being completely useless and are only on the payroll, of the rich sponsor, for their sexual skills and appearance. They, quite often, are seen hanging out at night clubs, buying drinks for their gaggle of useless mates, and eyeing up young farangs for a horizontal liaison. Bimbo’s are often bitches and bitches, more often than not, want to be bimbo’s. The common thing linking them is laziness.
Bitches: Can be found right across the full spectrum of adult services industry. Generally, a bitch is a hotter looking bargirl/freelancer/go-go dancer that develops an attitude because of her popularity. Bitches are normally recognizable by their slim figures, silicone boobs and inflated egos. A bitch can be anything from a go-go dancer to a high end freelancer. Bitches are often bimbos but they can also be an educated hi-so type with their own business or well paid employment.
If a Thai whore tells you that she’ll drive you to the airport, in the morning, politely say thanks but no thanks. That thought keeps pulsing through my grey matter as I’m strapped into the shotgun seat and flying down the toll way, at 150 km an hour, while the said whore weaves in and out of the traffic she’s passing, has one hand on the wheel and is happily engaged in conversation, with one of her whore mates, on her Iphone. Dear Buddha, if I actually make it to the departure hall, in one piece, I promise I’ll change my hedonistic ways. The whore is angry; I gave her a roasting because she took forever dragging her lazy butt out of my bed and then wasted another twenty five minutes driving up and down Sukhumvit Road before deciding to throw a u-turn, somewhere near the Ekamai BTS platform, and drive all the way back down to the toll way on-ramp just past Soi four. She’s lost face, for being told off, and was now out to show me that she knows what she’s about. That, of course, she doesn’t really need to prove; she’s got some serious income streams from a string of sponsors around the world. Hearing a whore boasting about the money she’s receiving from a bunch of mug punters overseas, who she doesn’t even like, becomes tiresome after a while. And the phone calls she receives, while lying in my bed, make the whole situation even more of a tragic farce; “Yes teerak, I at home now. I not work bar. Yes, I miss you so much as well.” One tires of this charade, quickly. The spark of lust soon gives way to boredom and, eventually, contempt; on both sides perhaps? The curt dismissal, on our arrival at the airport, certainly reinforces that observation. I juxtapose the frosty farewell, I’ve just been given, with the little scene I experienced with her the second time I bar fined her out of Rainbow Three; in the glow of the morning after she told me that she wanted to be my girlfriend. The tears started to flow when I laughed and said I didn’t do girlfriends from go-go bars any more. But, give them their due, they are great little actresses. I grab my bags, head towards the check in counter and laugh as the whore blasts off down the road; at least I won’t miss my flight to work. Maybe the roasting did the trick after all.
Another three weeks of merriment and mayhem in the City of Angels. Another few notches on the belt and a further hardening of the cynics mind. A relationship is not on the agenda but something’s gotta give. Still, it’s seems such an easy thing to do; go to a freelancer venue, pick up a whore, shag them senseless and then pay them off in the morning. The money seems to be a bit of a waste sometimes but the saving grace is that it’s like a barrier, or a wall; it keeps them at arm’s length. As if to say “thanks for your time, there’s your fee for your services, don’t read anything else into this, goodbye.” The nonsense of all their trickery and deceit becomes monotonous though. They would like to be good, and decent, but they can’t. They’re in the grip of the big pay days now. The days of a less grasping mindset are a thing of the past. Perhaps I need to take a rain check on that as well. Paying for sex, too often, begins to eat into the hard earned cash reserves. There’s gotta be a better way to go. Thai Love Links appears to be a viable option; I’ll check it out when I get back.
I had good intentions of keeping some self discipline about me during the three weeks off but, in a constant stream of hard bodied Thai lovelies, that altruistic plan evaporated even before I’d touched down. Like some kind of all knowing, all Seeing, Eye the ex has a sixth sense when my time offshore is almost complete. I hadn’t seen, or heard, from her for ten weeks but, like some ESP guided radar, she appeared on a chat box I’d forgotten about. With only two days before I was due back in Bangkok her usual line of BS appeared before my eyes on Skype.
“Teerak, when are you come back?”
“Why?”
“Because I want see you and I never lost my feeling for you.”
“Hmmm, I’m not giving you any money.”
“It’s okay, I not want. My boy friend take care of me very good now.”
“What do you want?”
“Just sex, when you come back we go for holiday to Pattaya. I will take you in my new car.”
“New car?”
“Yes, my boy friend buy for me two months ago.”
“I see. Let me think about it. I’ll call you when I get to Bangkok.”
Two days later I was in Pattaya pounding the daylights out of her but, like some addict high on the latest designer drug, it was too good to last; very quickly the usual resentments and animosities began to set in. Never, ever believe a gold digging whore when says she doesn’t want any money. Six days later after an all night booze-athon, at one of Bangkok’s late night venues, she was legless on my doorstep at seven am again. After letting her in, and giving her a bucket to vomit into, I went out, turned off the phone (the one reserved for bitches) and stayed away all day. That seemed to do the trick as I haven’t seen, or heard, from her since. I returned to the apartment, as the sun was setting, to find the vomit still in the bucket. As I poured it down the toilet I considered my options for the coming evening. It was Saturday night but there was a bloody election on and that only meant one thing; no alcohol. Well election, or no election, I was going out and Spasso’s seemed to fit the bill.
I got there at about eleven pm and, as I expected, the crowd was well down. I ordered one of those non-alcoholic, look-alike beers and took up a position overlooking the dance floor. As I looked back towards the bar I met the eyes of a tallish bird staring my way and doing her best to entice a reaction out of me with that look they all have. The look, of course, is something I’ve talked about before. From Bangkok to Baku you see it in the eyes of all these working girls. It’s a look that, at first, seems innately inviting. It’s a look that says “I can be whatever you want me to be and I can tell you whatever you want to hear – including hansum man – for a price.” She, or it, was tall, had a face like a hatchet and a body that was too good to be true. That only meant one thing; a katoey. I glanced away quickly. Eventually, I needed to go for a piss and moved towards the choke point formed by that stupid bloody pillar and the bar. As I squeezed through the crowd the katoey grabbed me by the crutch.
“Why you not like me?” she said as we stood there eye ball to eye ball.
“Why do you think I don’t like you?” I said as I looked down at her hands and high heel shod feet.
“Because I smile at you and you not smile back. You are serious guy?”
“Well you’re a Katoey, aren’t you?” I said expecting an uppercut to the jaw.
“Mai chai, I’m a lady. Here, feel my nom,” she said as she guided my hand up to her well endowed cleavage.
It was soft with not a hint of plastic.
“Hmmm, okay. Sorry about that but you are tall,” I said feeling relieved about the situation.
“My name is Pan and I come from Chiang Mai. My mother is Chinese,” she said feeling proud of herself.
“Hmmm, okay,” I said as I continued admiring her fantastic figure.
“You want me tonight Mr. serious man?” she said giving that look.
“Probably but I gotta go to the hong-nam now,” I said as my bladder felt like it was going to bust.
Pan, even at thirty five, was a looker. One hundred and seventy two centimeters in height, no kids and a models figure, she definitely wasn’t the standard look of a working girl one finds in this town. She’d done some modeling, in her early twenties, and had then gone off to Europe seeking fame and fortune. Unfortunately the flesh pots of Amsterdam were where she ended up ‘working’. It showed, she was a total professional in her trade. The emotional strains though, of her profession, were catching up with her; she was beginning to come to terms with her journey down the path of darkness. I spent a few days with her and got used to her parading around my apartment, for hours on end, completely naked while talking about Buddha and the need for her to go to the temple each morning. It was a situation bordering on lunacy and was only to be surpassed by the next situation bordering on lunacy I was to find myself in.
Pan, overcome by her demons, decided to call it quits and headed back to Chiang Mai. Alone again – but not for long – it was Thursday night and that only meant one thing; Q-bar. Q-bar, the hang out for pretentious, wanna-be, high-so whores. I walked in to find Sabina (where the hell do these girls get their names from?) sitting at the bar on the ground floor. Sabina, the borderline nut job that had chased me down the road in her SUV at three thirty am somewhere over near Rachada, a few weeks ago, was looking her usual self; a stuck-up pretentious bitch. Always good for a challenge I sidled up to her and, in a typical kiwi don’t give a fuck attitude said “hi sexy, how’s the car?”
She turned and looked at me with her nose upturned.
“You jai dum,” she said feigning hurt feelings.
“Look, no hard feelings, let me buy you a drink and we can put it behind us,” I said with a smile about as genuine as a guy telling a bird he’s not going to ejaculate into her mouth.
“Vodka Red Bull,” she blurted out almost instantly to the bartender.
That did the trick; four hours later we were in a horizontal position back at my apartment. The next evening I was given an invitation, by Sabina, to attend a friend’s birthday celebration at the Bed Supper Club. I knew what that meant; I was being lined up for a serious drinks bill for Sabina and her entourage of bitch mates. Eleven pm was the allotted appointment time on her short sms. At precisely eleven I sms’d her and said that I wouldn’t be there until twelve and that she should begin without me. A bit after twelve I elbowed my way through the crowd, gathered around the entrance, to find Sabina, and her group of sycophants, taking center stage in the White Bar. They were gathered around a small table full of Grey Goose and Red Bull bottles. Sabina gave me that look that basically says “you’ve been living here too long and you know too much” and then introduced me to her semi plastered gaggle of mates. They were all white skinned, tall, attractive Bangkok ladies. The bitches interrupted their celebrations, just long enough, to give me a cursory glance and then went back to the serious task of pouring another round of drinks. I took a pull on my beer and stood back to watch the circus unfolding around me. Sabina and one of her tall, white skinned mates were putting on a pseudo lesbian routine for the pack of salivating young studs gathered nearby. The young bucks stood by drooling as Sabina, and her mate, entwined themselves around each other, rubbed up against each other and held hands. After a couple of minutes of this they would break away and move towards one of the young studs, allow a touch (from the salivating young guy) and then quickly move back together to resume their cuddling. It was hilarious; the studs were like dogs sniffing after bitches on heat. Thank fuck I’d moved beyond that stage in my life. A few drinks later, as Sabina was off on a toilet run, her best mate, the one that had been engaged in the pseudo lesbian routine with her, sidled up to me and offered herself for two hundred dollars for the night. Once again I reflected on the fact that, among bitches, there are only rivals for a customer’s cash; friendship is in a world of make believe. I looked at her, laughed and told her to piss off. As an aside it seems as though these up-market types, that frequent Q-Bar and the Bed Supper Club, have moved with the economics of our times; their pricing regimes, these days at least, are often quoted in USD. A few days later I was back at Q-bar again and was hit with the USD pricing regime once more; one of the hotter bitches, there that night, quoted me USD four hundred for the night. When I asked her if that was the “price for the week” I got a rather dirty look in return.
Sabina’s mate must have taken offence to what I’d said in reply to her solicited price because, within two minutes of being back from her toilet run, Sabina was prattling on about knowing that I wanted to shag her mate.
“I know you want she tonight,” said Sabina with a childish sulk on her face.
“How do you know that?”
“My friend tell me you say you pay she song roi rian for go with she tonight.”
I looked at her and laughed.
“I’ve had enough of this bloody nonsense. I’m going” I said finishing my beer and turning to go.
“Where you go?” she said realizing the nights’ earnings was about to walk out the door.
“I don’t know, maybe Mix.”
“I take you”
“No thanks, I still remember what happened last time you gave me a ride. I’ll take a taxi,” I said as I left her standing there stunned that some guy could actually walk away from her.
She was one of the most pretentious bitches I’d ever met. She was so far up herself she even had the audacity to tell me that she was number one in her group. Good riddance I thought as I jumped into the taxi and gave him the address of my condo. I turned off the phone and laughed in the knowledge that Sabina and her useless bunch of mates would probably be heading to Bangkok’s newest late night hangout; MIX. I’d been there once and no intention of going again. With two large bars, in the basement of the Intercontinental Hotel, and only one entry/exit point, the place was a bloody fire trap.
The following morning I got a bizarre message from Sabina; “I not stay in BKK for my birthday, I going to temple for one week.”
I started to wonder what it was about these birds and their affection for temples. A few days later I met another freelancer at Spasso’s who proudly told me that she’d just done a week in a temple. I think I’ve got it worked out now and it’s got nothing to do with the idea of trying to make themselves into a better person; it’s simply a detox program. They go and stay in a temple for a few days and sober up through abstention from alcohol. Feeling refreshed, and renewed, they head straight back to the bar, or night club, as soon as they’re back in town.
Having resided in Thailand for the best part of eighteen years and sampled just about every pay for pleasure scenario one can experience, in this fair land, I’ve come to the overwhelming conclusion that not one, of the thousands of girls plying their trade in the industry, would be worth having as a girlfriend. There will be some out there who take exception to this and, no doubt, will probably bombard me with all kinds of reasons why some bargirls might be reasonable relationship material. I’m sorry, but I won’t be convinced; you’ll be wasting your time. Let me explain: the majority of ladies working in the pay for pleasure industry come from a certain well known area of the country. Trawl up and down Sukhumvit, Walking Street and Soi Bangla and you’ll see that ninety five percent of them are from Isarn. There seems to be a certain mindset about these ladies that predisposes them to selling sex for money. Okay, I know poverty and a lack of education have a lot to do with it but, having had so much first had experience with so many of them, I can honestly conclude that most of them, to put it bluntly, are simply bloody lazy. I suppose the thought of toiling in some shitty factory, or on a building site, is motivation enough for them to keep working in a bar but the general attitude, of pretty much all of them, is that doing as little as possible, for a maximum gain, is an ideal way to go through life. For every single one of them it’s the same M.O. – “I need someone take care of me and my family.” Which, loosely translated, means they want a sucker to provide for them, and their families, into perpetuity. For all of them it’s far simpler to find a provider to leach off than to actually try and use their own honest efforts to make their way in this world.
Even the so called good ones, the ones working in normal jobs, have the same brainwashed concept, of providing for their families, bred into them; a foreigner is seen as some kind of economic salvation. A good girl might offer you a level of honesty you would never expect to see with a bargirl but, having said that, you’re still dealing with the same baseline; “I need someone take care me and my family.” I’m beginning see the merit in something a mate of mine told me not too long ago when it comes to interacting with Thai ladies.
“Just use the north of Bangkok rule when you’re looking for a lady to spend a bit of time with.”
“What’s the north of Bangkok rule?”
“If it comes from north of Bangkok, it’s only for fun and not for anything serious.”
Now I know that may be a bit of a harsh way to look at things and I’m sure that there’s probably an abundance of nice, educated ladies up in Chiang Mai who could prove the above assessment incorrect. However, I have yet to see any of them, from a poor rural background that don’t have the idea in their heads that a farang is a fast track to a financial leg up in life. Go onto any of the internet dating sites and what you’ll find is a never ending supply of ladies from the North east, of the country, who’re looking for “a nice man take care of me.” In their world, “take care” is all about someone providing them with financial support. I have joined a couple of sites recently and listed some strict provisos on my profile.
No single mothers.
No tattoos.
Financially self supporting.
No unemployed ladies or ladies who don’t have a real job.
Minimum educational level: bachelors’ degree.
Not interested if you live outside Bangkok.
Even so, those from the rural north still keep chipping away. One lady, a mother of two, got quite irate and asked me why I “don’t like lady with children.”
“Does the Thai father of the children provide financial support?”
“No, he gone away.”
“Then why do you think a farang must take care of them?”
Before taking up with one of these ladies that’s looking for “someone take care me and my family” you might want to stop and consider what it is, besides that moist spot between their legs, they bring to the table which will improve your position on this planet. Can they actually help you make money or are they just a one way financial drain on you?
One would think that, once they’ve hooked themselves a financial savior, they might show a bit of humility and be eternally grateful for the fact that you’re improving their poverty ridden, shitty little lives. The Isarn mindset doesn’t see it that way though. It’s almost as though they’ve got some pre-ordained right to relieve you of your cash. Within a short space of time they develop attitude. I guess that comes about through a combination of the face that they gain from being able to show everyone that they’ve dragged themselves out of the gutter and the child’s emotional maturity level that most of them have. The idea that they should be grateful, or show some humility, never enters their heads. A couple of nights later I was in a bar, on Soi Eleven, engaged in conversation with one of Isarns finest.
“My boyfriend buy farm for me. He good man. I going to Norway for three month to stay with him” said the boastful little Isarn strumpet that was standing next to me in Oskars.
“I see and does your boyfriend know you are out at the bars every night looking for man?”
“That not your business. It up to me. I need more money.”
As many old Asia hands have discovered through hard earned experience; sponsorship doesn’t work. And the reason it doesn’t work is because, no matter how much you give, it’s never enough. It turns them into greedy, idle little parasites. Not only that, the parasites back at the village become greedy and idle as well.
“And tell me, why does your boyfriend give you money every month?”
“If he want sexy lady he have to pay me money,” she said with a bitch attitude.
“I see, and you think you are sexy do you?” I said looking at her diminutive, dark skinned figure.
“Of course, a lot of farang want me?”
“And Thai motor bike taxi drivers as well,” I said with a bit of a smirk.
She stared back at me with ice in her eyes.
“I not like Thai man,” she said turning her head away.
“Yeah, well there’s a lot of Thai man that don’t like you as well,” I said.
‘How you know?” she said giving me another nasty look.
I laughed.
“A good Thai man with education and money would never be interested in you. Your level, for a Thai man, is a motor bike taxi driver. But that’s okay, I mean, there’s plenty of farang around willing to pay you for your worn out pussy.”
“Fuck you,” she said giving me the bird.
“No thanks, you aint my type,” I said as I waved the staff over to settle the bill.
As I walked out into the light drizzle I thought about the great secret that they desperately don’t want us to know about. The secret which they do their best to hide and obfuscate by telling us that “they don’t like Thai man” or “Thai man no good.” It’s not that they don’t actually want to be with a Thai man; most of them do. It’s just that they know that no decent, self respecting, educated Thai bloke would touch them. That they know they’re second hand goods and they’re never going to receive some ridiculous, over inflated sin sod, for their stretch marked, child bearing torso, from a Thai bloke. But a farang, well, that’s a different story. Bar girls, bimbos and bitches? Take it from me, they’re only for fun.
Sounds like someone is jaded and had his heart broken. Then again, I find your use of the term “whore” to be…offensive. But, what do I know.
Good read.
The more I live in BKK, the more I “tend” to understand, while not fully agreeing with the way most Thai men treat their women.
Farangs are nothing but an ATM for the Thai girl, yes you have heard this term before because it is true. Can you blame them for it, well, if you understand the Thai society you can most likely make an educated judgement.
The level of deceit is bottomless..
I have seen ONE relationship that seems to be successful between a well off Farang and a well off old Thai woman (44 years old, he is 57). BUT, he still pays for dinners and other entertainment stuff, she never pays for anything even though she can afford to pay. No, he does not pay her for “favors” .
I am in my late 40’s and I have come to the conclusion that one can not trust ANY woman, Thai or non Thai, they are designed not to be trusted and we are designed to fuck any pretty woman in sight!!!!!
Selling their bodies for money is way too easy and is much more profitable than most jobs in Thailand, it is almost pure economics and social pressures.
Somehow, I prefer to go to BKK, have my fun and go back home and not even think of getting involved with a Farang woman in my western society. They are far more costly that Thai women, emotionally and financially!
It’s a strict, cynical and probably absolutely real picture of the situation. But I also agree with KTM, it may be that such an aseptic feeling have a precise origin.
WOW, dude, you seriously need to get the fuck out of Thailand. You’re done. Insert fork.
Having said that, I can’t recall reading ANYTHING that more closely matches my opinion of the bargirls, bitches and bimbos that surround us. You’re jaded, cynical, misogynistic and pretty much completely in harmony with my own feelings. Well done.
By the way, there’s a fork sticking out of me. I’m done too and am not long for the Land of Smirks, but, unlike you, at least I realize it.
You know I really have to give the “retard” some room to breath…..otherwise the dipshit would be suffocating on his dick……….which is obvoiusly wedged so far up his ass that breathing is something akin to “living life, sucking through a tube, dipped in ass shit”.
Really dude, you do not have 1 iota of a fuckin clue what you are talking about, and to me that is somewhat hilariouis.
More to follow……
Wow mate! You really are suffering! ha!
I mean everyone goes to LOS to find a wife don’t they? Or do you think they prefer variety? Oh! and you have to pay, oh! my word you poor man!
Such a tough life you have! hmmm
KTM and Guido: Brokenheart? No. Anger? yes, but simply because I allowed myself to become a victim of lies and deceit for too long. Som nam na to me I guess. I suppose the term “whore” could be considered offensive but, when it’s all said and done and offensive as it may sound, that’s what it is. If some little strumpet is milking a number of guys overseas for large sums every month, and has no guilt about it, what else could we call her? A working girl? lol. Yes, you could say fool them but the fact is that it’s total dishonesty, and callousness, on the part of the whore.
mando6971: Agreed, the deceit is bottomless. Also agreed that the best option, for any farang living here is to remain single.
Pattaya Ghost: No mate I’m not done yet, not by a long shot. I love this place. I’ve got well paid employment and I get at least 4 – 5 months off a year to roam around. Just wiser and harder edged now.
eddie: Fair point. It really wasn’t supposed to sound like a whinge and I suppose one could be living in far worse places. The thing is that I’ve been in Thailand for 18 years and everything that I experience there just seems like normal. I wouldn’t even know how things are back in the western world, it’s been so long since I’ve been there.
I live in South Africa. Not exactly the western world although was originally from blighty. I have been with the same woman for 18 years (an Indian lady) But, the same principle applies, I still pay for everything But, still quite happy mate even though i pay all the bills.
The only difference is you get variety mate…………..can’t be bad. Oh! and i’m not married. But, to be fair, i don’t get ripped off like you guys out there.
I see and agree MEGA. But why to be angry and probably frustrated? I never visited LOS till now but if once… I surely would made same fault You did by searching (and then be convinced to have found) the only one polite, sincere,
true person in this seductive ocean of Thai beauties.
Your fault Mega, not their fault. 🙂
Well if you don’t want these bitches to suck you dry (not in that way) then why are you dealing with them in the first place? If you’re staying here for an extended period, date the everyday normal girls, not the whores.
Learn to speak basic Thai beyond ordering Som Tam.
Stop with the sandals and tank top style.
Get out of those touristy places – pattaya, sukhumvit, etc and hang out with normal people. Actually make some middle class male (yup) thai friends.
Chances are you’ll be introduced to some trustworthy girls who don’t actually work in the sex industry.
Or if it’s your style you can game the non-gold digging middle-class/ hi-so thai girls at nightclubs your Thai friends go to.
thanks such a good read and makes a lot of sense. makes me feel so much better to read this, very real. there are better ones out there, just be yourself and good luck. so funny, i thought my ex-wife was all that good girl stuff – unbelievable, just as you write – now she brags to me about her boyfriend from norway who actually HAS bought her a farm. Those crazy Norwegians. Those lazy Thai bitches. But I still love her to hell, and I need to get the f*ck over that, and reading this has helped. A LOT. Thank you.
P.S. the defensive comments to this post crack me up – stop loving the Thailand so much, they are absolute ball-draining professional financial black holes.
“If it flies, floats, or f*cks, RENT IT”
Kareepama: Good advice and well noted, thanks.
I could not agree more – you are so spot on with your description of the hoes of LOS. Even though, i have enjoyed my fair share of them, they are all bad news, if you want a relationship. Use them for play, nothing else, and you will be good, everything else is an illusion. Cheers. John The Lion.
Oh really, girls who are professional sex workers only fuck you for money and aren’t really good for settling down and making 2.5 babies with? WHAT A SHOCKER!
wow …. that is one of the most well written, humorous and 90% accurate blogs I have read for a long time. Thanks for the light hearted descriptive narrative …… it made me feel good that this part of the Thai life can be accepted with a little bit of tongue in cheek and yet so true in so many cases. I applaud your gift of communication.
Funny and amusing, I got a laugh. But you got it all wrong.
And what decent, educated farang man would want these girls either?
You make it sound like mid-class Thai men wont have them but the cream of the farang mid-class is just lining up for them.
The sad truth is that the types of farang men that go for these kinds of girls are probably lower than Thai motorcycle taxi drivers. Most farang are not attracted to Thai girls to begin with, and of the small percentage that comprise a fan base for Thai girls the ones that hook up with this type is a pretty filthy specimen himself.
The whore community is the whore community. That whores are mercenary is hardly a revelation and you cant use their attitudes as the basis for claims about the way normal Issan girls think. It just means that whores are whores and are about money. Big efffing deal. Issan girls provide the most whores because it is the poorest region of the country, but there are whores from all walks of life and all regions in Bangkok. There are even hi-so students who are whores so they can buy expensive gadgets (true). Issan girls are the worst looking girls in Thailand and they target farang because most farang in Thailand, even most of the young ones, are sexually un-confident, have a history of failure with women, and are just ecstatic that anything female is even remotely interested in them. Even so, there are plenty of good looking Issan girls, some as good as any girls in Thailand (although they are a minority).
Regular Issan girls can be quite nice and not about money at all if you are a young farang and they like you – if you are older, then you are a fool if you think tit is anything other than money. Thats your fault, not their fault.
And there is nothing wrong with being a whore as a way to make money if you have few opportunities in life – it does not mean someone is vicious and lazy. Heck, Im a man, but Id be a whore if my only other option was to work in some shitty factory – why not? Who cares.
At the end of the day the whore world is just the whore world. Whats the big deal? Of course its about money. Its the *floating world*, its about fun. Who ever said you should even THINK about getting a girlfriend from here? That you are even evaluating Thai whores from the perspective of whether they would make good girlfriends shows that something is seriously wrong with your thinking.
Some of these whores are absolute bitches, yes, but lots of them are quite sweet and nice, and if you treat them with respect will return the favour to you, and even make it less and less about money. I have had good rapport with whores where they refused my money, or refused to take the full amount. After a while you learn better how to screen out the bitchy ones. You can usually tell after 5 minutes of interaction if she is pleasant and respectful or a bitch. I rarely go wrong these days.
If you want a quality girlfriend, you probably should not come to Thailand. Not because Thai girls are bad, they are not, but because as a farang I can guarantee you that what you really want is a hot farang girlfriend and are looking for a substitute in Thailand because you have self-esteem issues. Thing is, if you want a quality Thai girl you will have to work on your self-esteem issues and become a more confident man, and then if you do that you might as well get what you really wanted all along – not a Thai girl. You wont have to settle for substitutes. (I know some guys claim they prefer Thai girls. Its bullshit. Its not a coincidence that all these guys have a history of sexual failure with girls in their own countries).
If you are an intelligent man, what you come to Thailand for is fun in the *floating world*, without taking things too seriously. Such a thing simply does not exist in the West or is too expensive with the rise of feminism and its campaign to illegalize prostitution, so its a unique thing that Thailand offers.
But girlfriends? Are you kidding?
It’s hilarious and a fact that the writer obviously has some sort of dislike for these “working women” as he expresses negativity about them ever so often in the post. One would be so puzzled as to wonder why he spends so much time with them, take to the bed with them, have “friendships” and then writes an anguished post bordering on being obssessive? Its contradiction, he clearly has issues. Childhood perhaps? A past relationship? Clearly these women deserve some sort of respect for they too are fellow human? Don’t like them? Stay away then…., you need help my friend!
kevin and outof3d: I don’t profess to be an individual without faults and, like alot of farang males living in Thailand, I have my issues to deal with. But, let’s be honest about this, point out anyone that doesn’t? I accept some of your OPINIONS because there is an element of truth in what you both say. My biggest problem is that, after living in Thailand for the past 18 years, I’ve come to the realisation that I don’t want to be in a relationship with any Thai woman. Unfortunately, like every normal male on this planet, I still need to get my rocks off sometimes. At 55 I don’t have any illusions about my attractiveness to younger Thai females (been here long enough to know the reality of that). The easiest, and most direct, method of getting some sex is going to the red light areas. I don’t particularly dislike prostitutes/bargirls/whores but I just find their lines of bullshit/nonsense hard to put up with sometimes. And, as much as some might like to think, I don’t spend all my spare time hanging out in the P4P scene in Bangkok. I visit those areas very rarely these days – haven’t been to Soi cowboy for four months. I can usually be found enjoying a bit of good food and a red wine, or three, down at Oskars on Soi 11.
well written,well observed and 100% true article.i could write a book on my experience but heres a quick one for you..i was in soi eric phuket when a whore and her ferang boyfriend came in with their baby in a pram.it was about 12 o clock at night and they were at the bar where she obviously used to work and of course were surrounded by her mates which boyfriend had to buy a round for. id say this poor sap thought everything would change once he impregnated her but how wrong was he.i went back to thailand for a second shag at oneof them and then she informed meshe had two not one child..when you argue she/ll say (you want i go back work in bar)so i dumped her…met a waitress from a seafood restaurant and thought i had free pussy until she asked for 6000bht to pay her rent,oh and she was from the south by the way.they are all cunning little gold diggers so take my advice,one girl one night move on and dont believe a word they tell you.ie i never do it like this before!!!
Ive read the whole anger statement you had..I was wow’ed..in fact i couldn’t agree more in your self reflections..but what I did not like was generalizing girls to be a sex material. Your lazy butt of looking and wooeing decent girl could probably set you back in a few more years because as far as I understand you are no worth than any other guy lusting over sex workers or so. thier ” someone to take care of them and their family is apparently a mastered script that if your’e too smart to realize is a bait. and nope Im not talking in their behalf as I am anti-prostitute in my own opinion- but who you were referring to as whore-bitch and low standard girls are also ladies probably same as my age trying to make money only in a pit-hole area. Don’t label yourself as a little bit high standard for you also is a bum sex-starve maniac. Anyone whose only up to sex and even pay for it is nowhere near holliness..you might want to accompany one of the ladies going to temple to refresh your thoughts. good luck for that. I am not angry-I appreciate the eye opening reality but youve gone too far descripting a person.
Do you even see these women as human beings at all?
One of the things I’ve come to know, after residing on this planet for 55 years, is that it’s a complete waste of time entering into a rational debate with a woman. Men argue with logic and women argue with their feelings.
One of things that amuses me about this blog, and many other Thai centric blogs for that matter, is the number of people who make a comment on, or critisize, a submission when they actually have very little knowledge of the subject matter.
I’d be interested to know how many of these so called self styled experts, on all things Thai, actually live in Thailand. I’ve got no doubts that most are either tourists (dillitentes) or they’ve never actually been here. In other words, their comments and opinions emanate from an unqualified base – called lack of real knowledge – on the the subject matter that you would have us believe you are knowledgable in. It would be like me trying to give an expert opinion on the social interaction of the Eskimo when I’ve never been anywhere near Alaska. In other words if you’ve never been to Thailand, or you’re a seldom visitor, your comments on social interactionbetween Thai bargirls (prostitutes) and farang, in Thailand, don’t count for much.
Thai bargirls often refer to farang as “Kwai.” This is the Thai word for buffalo. In conversation, with their bargirl mates, they often refer to their latest John (customer) as a “kwai” who are seen as little more than a walking ATM, to be milked, until the next “kwai” comes along.
Just to repeat; if you don’t live here, your opinions/comments on social interaction between Thai bargirls (prostitutes) and farang are largely based on hearsay and therefore don’t count for much.
MEGA, this post is epic, 100% spot on. I’m back in Thailand for a year in a few days, Chiang Mai is a nice place to meet a cool girl…
I think most of the problems arise because of the “lying and deceit” that many if not all of these women, and their helpers, do. Their is so much lying and BS that goes on that it really makes one thinks that all Thais are lairs, and they are not. Why do they have to lie? it is what it is, sex for money!
Girls are so cheap in Thailand. Only they care about is money and a greencard…I dont care any forks like Thai girls and have a sex or whatever. But be careful. Dont forget that Thailand has highest HIV and STD rate among Asia, even higher than India!!!!!!!! one night = HIV and stalk from creepy thai women…be careful lol
Just an interesting follow up. My first gf in Thailand was out of a bar. She was wonderful for 2 years, yes I supported her, just like a wife, but she was not extravagant. Actually fought with me to SAVE money, refused to shop for herself, etc. The 3rd year was ok, but the daily morning massage and sex begin to fail. 4th year was all downhill and then soon over. Immediately she hated me and went back to the bars.
Here is the funny part, now she is working in Malaysia, very good money. she calls me every week, just sent me 50,000 baht to save for her. Sent me another 5000 so I could buy myself something nice. Bought a new motorcycle, asked me to bring it to my home and could use it free until she comes back. She will never be my gf again, but she is really my very good friend here. Kind of made me think more about the financial aspect of bar girls, when she has money, she shares with me. When she doesn’t she wants me to share with her. Seems reasonable really…
Well, your case as described is one in a million and good for you as long as it lasts. Remember now, most of the comments here are about the general situation in Thailand. There are always exception to the common rule and there are very nice beautiful honest girls in Thailand although they are very few!
And if you think that Western guys do not pay for sex in their western girlfriend relationships, think again….Men ALWAYS pay for sex in every society…one way or another!
The only difference here in Thailand, is that I pay them to leave me after I am done with them (and I love them and treat them with respect BTW!) and it is worth every BHT…
Ok i’ve read the post and to be perfectly honest i am astounded that the post writer is still living in a place so full of deciet and lies…. if it’s that much of a strain on your humanity( tongue in cheek) then why do you still put yourself through it? why stay? why on earth would you think a girl of the night would be anything more than what she is…… news flash dear post writer, thailand is not the only country with prostitues, or more to the point, every prostitute in every country in the world has the same ethos as the girls in thailand so why would you be so surprised at this????
Granted you admitted that at 55 and maybe not exactly bless from the good looking pool, is it fair to say that you were dealt with a hand not quite fitting your needs in life? then i would guess then , its a fair assumption that you put up with your lott in life by staying in a country where the prostitutes are far better looking than most in other parts of the world, and the chance of you ever finding love with an honest woman passed you by far too many moons ago even time itself has lost track.
I have spent hours sitting in bars with my thai friends, watching these sad over-weight old men lusting over young girls, treating them like its perfectly acceptable for them to grope and harrass and humiliate them, and regardless what the girls do for a living i actually felt sorry for them because they have to put up with it……….
and you really wonder why they lie and cheat…….??????
You are there playing the game and they are there playing the same game as you …. yet they hold all the cards , and whats cooking your goose right now is they are far better at it than you are and i guess that goes against the grain( hence the post)
All i can say is…… i hope you find help soon, you obviously need it….
Mando 6971 you are so right about paying even in the western world. I remember chatting with my bruv a little while ago, as to why he very infrequently went out with English women. His reply was he was sick of having to buy a tv or washing machine with every new gf before she would go to bed.
He lives in uk for 6 months and Pattaya and Oz for 6 months each year.
Thailand is like poison, good poison at that :). Once a healthy male goes to Thailand, there is no escaping of its addictive attractions. Like every city in the world, there are things that one HATES about it and things that one LOVES about it. I love both my Western city and Thailand and I can write pages about why I can hate Bangkok and write more pages why I love it.
The original poster was writing about his experience in Bangkok but at the same time he would no even think of leaving it. He just grows tired of the same BS every time he meets a chick. But he still loves them, I assure you!
Ryderman: Well, well, look what we have here; another apologist for Thailand. He even makes a point of telling us that he has lot’s of Thai friends. The assertion of this being that that he’s far more culturally savvy, regarding how things are in Thailand, than the rest of us. Really? Well think about this then; those Thai (male) friends you are sitting in the bar with, while you look condescendingly, at the old, fat farangs making fools of thenselves are the reason why most of these Isarn girls are working in the bars in the first place. Yeah, that’s right, ninety percent of women working in the bars have kids back in some crappy village up north that the Thai father isn’t interseted in taking care off. You make too many assumptions and your claim that they hold all the cards is plain nonsense. Sorry, but if they realy held all the cards they wouldn’t be working in a bar in the first place. Even middle class, educated Thai men in Bkk know that one doesn’t get involved with a dark skinned, poor girl from the North East of the country. They’re just for fun and nothing more; your Thai male friends will tell you that.
Oh wow, I don’t want to get involved in some flame war, but I really want to comment on Megalithic’s post. Now that my Thai is adequate to have conversations with the bar girls, it seems they agree with Megalithic. The one’s I know think falang are crazy to be treating bar girls like real people! It seems to be a cultural thing that has gone missing from western society. There is no political correctness here. Women are commodities, and at least the poor girls, expect to be treated that way (No judgement from me, just an observation). They cannot understand why stupid falang take them to dinner and buy drinks and want to marry them! It’s weird for me, being a falang, I just told one 20 year old that I didn’t want to sleep with her anymore but we could be friends. She laughed at me and said she didn’t want to be friends, just gik!!! She thought I was nuts! The whole love and friendship relationship seems to be missing here. Men hang out with men, women with women and children. Women provide sex and food and children, men provide money. Pretty straightforward. Love? What has that got to do with anything? As a born again male chauvinist pig, I find it rather freeing…(hmm, maybe I shouldn’t admit that last bit…555)
So a 55 year old man who is not “Brad Pitt” is being looked down upon by the Western society and by some of the posters here, yet he is blamed for going overseas to have some fun while he can at least feel he is being treated better than he is treated in his own society? What is wrong with a 55 year old man? I thought in our western societies men and women are all equal and should be treated with respect? at least that is what Feminism and Equality was all about. But here again, men who are older and have some extra weight are not even considered for a relationship with e pretty woman (in the west) and will get the 50-55 year old women only. Yet in Thailand, you can go out with a beautiful young girl who will treat the 50+year old man with respect, granted for some money and there is the lying and deceit , but still makes the “old fella” feel good….What the hell is wrong with that?
Better to bang a 80 lb lying, deceitful, and beautiful Thai chick than a 160 lb fat western chick with a feminazi attitude, ya?
And yes, Chris’s comments are spot on. You must “live” among Thais for a while to really get the picture…..Apply our western values to Thailand and you get it as wrong as Bush got it wrong with Iraq!
I met a few people from Issan when I was visiting: a cute ladyboy, her sister, little brother, her father, her sister’s boyfriend, a taxi driver, and a singer. They were all really cool people. I had dinner with the ladyboy and her family in their tiny home and they shared what they had with me and cooked beautiful food. They run a food cart business and specialize in Laoatian cuisine. The taxi driver was one of the nicest and most reasonable drivers I met the whole time I was there, no pushy, no tip asking… The singer had a real job and sang in Singapore and BKK clubs. She was really gorgeous and cool. The people of Issan seemed to be good, decent folk… despite their poor background.
Wonderfull story, have to get back to Thailand soon, have been way to long time! 🙂
All I have to say is T.O.T… I laugh at all the stories I hear from short time travelers in the “Land of Smiles”. :):):)
Great article Mega. You have captured the essence of the Thai bargirl, bitch and bimbo experience. A wave of deja vu swept over me as you recounted your experiences.
I find some of the comments quite humorous as these people either have little or no experience in the farang ghetto of Bangkok or any other tourist locations in Thailand. So they choose the shoot the messenger. After all, Thai women can’t be as deceitful as you claim, can they?
Applying western logic and morals simply does not work in SEA, much less just Thailand. Some say to try and find a “good girl”. My experience is that the good girls are on the game also, although not quite as in your face as the traditional P4P women.
Of course there are the comments where you are at fault, which only proves they have zero experience. Anyone that has a pulse and has spent more than 5 minutes in the Kingdom knows you are spot on.
IMO a western man must emasculate himself to be in a LTR with a Thai woman. Yes, there are exceptions and I know a few, but the vast majority of Thai – Western relationships revolve around the Thai woman extracting as much $$$ as they can in the shortest time possible before the kwai is led to the slaughter. Sad, but true.
Chok dee khap.
IMO the best way for a farang man to conduct himself, when it comes to dealing with a Thai woman, is to be exactly like a Thai man. In other words, don’t put up with any of their nonsense. Behaving like a farang – being soft hearted and wearing your heart on your sleeve – just doesn’t cut it. This might offend some farang out there but that is how you’ve gotta be. You know you’ve made the grade when a thai woman tells you that “you are like a Thai man.” I take that as the ultimate compliment because it means that I’m a cold hearted, calculating son of a bitch lol.
I couldn’t agree more. All that nonsense that western women have been using to emasculate men with is ridiculous. Man up. It is expected here in Thailand.
Quote: “the best way for a farang man to conduct himself, when it comes to dealing with a Thai woman, is to be exactly like a Thai man”
Right on. Most Farangs have lost their balls to the Feminazi women back home. They need to man it up and behave like real men do. Thai women will actually respect a Farang who is not too easy on them. One must not give in to any of their bullshit. There are way too many other beautiful Thai girls around. Even in my western world, I give them to slack at all and I assure you, most of them feminists respect me for that deep inside but of course they will never admit it!
Man it up, love them, treat them well with no compromise and do not give in to their BS!
I must admit I’ve been surprised by how long my last submission “Bargirls, Bimbos and Bitches” had front billing on this blog. What wasn’t surprising, however, was the fact that most people agreeing with the general sentiments of BBB had either lived in Thailand, for a reasonable amount of time, or they are fairly regular visitors to the LOS. What also wasn’t surprising was the fact that a lot of people finding fault with BBB were either seldom visitors or, in one particular case, had never been here. I don’t have any issues with people criticizing what I’ve written, if they are doing it from a qualified background (and by that I mean having the life experiences in the subject matter that you’re offering criticism on), but I do have issues with those who’ve got very little knowledge, of the subject matter, but blather on as though they’re experts. To those whose feet have hardly touched these shores I say your opinions don’t count for much due to the fact that you’ve got very little real experience with the way of life in this country. As I mentioned earlier it would be the same as me offering opinions on the social interaction of the Eskimo even though I’ve never been anywhere near Alaska. No doubt my harshest critics would love to believe that I’m a lard assed, beer swilling, sad old fart that spends all of my spare time hanging out at Soi Cowboy. If you’re thinking that then you’d be completely mistaken. The fact is I hardly ever drink and I rarely venture down to the red light areas, along Sukhumvit, these days.
To find out what I’ve been up to lately you might want to follow these links:
http://www.stickmanbangkok.com/ReadersSubmissions2012/reader7262.htm
http://www.stickmanbangkok.com/ReadersSubmissions2012/reader7265.htm
http://www.stickmanbangkok.com/ReadersSubmissions2012/reader7276.htm
http://www.stickmanbangkok.com/ReadersSubmissions2012/reader7291.htm
http://www.stickmanbangkok.com/ReadersSubmissions2012/reader7305.htm
Dude, this gave me some good, real insights into how these bitches think. I just thought of them as simple,happy-go-lucky prostitutes who are there to make some flesh-traded buck. That there is a trap mentality working overtime is a first for me
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Was an enjoyable read. You’re spot on about the whole “I don’t like Thai men, Thai men no good” spiel. Any self respected Thai men wouldn’t go near most of these girls because of their dark skin, looks and lack of education. It’s the same in developing countries the world over, you get the same line that the locals are no good, the girl doesn’t like them, they are drunks and violent etc, when the reality is the local guys just don’t find them attractive. Foreigners however are either desperate, unable to get a girl back home or likes the exoticness of the girl so are happy to buy into the bullshit.
Great post. There’s nothing offensive in your post. It is what it is.
If you’ve never lived in Thailand for any considerable period of time, you won’t see this. You see what the Thais want you to see which is all smiles and wais and politeness. But when you live here, go out here, and are part of society here, you see it all the time.
It’s an ugliness that goes all the way to the core of what the Thais consider their culture. It’s not prostitutes vs. the rest of society, the rest of society is just as fucked up. And anybody who doesn’t believe that simply needs to start reading the Bangkok Post or The Nation. Eighty percent of all of the crap that goes on in Thailand usually boils down to someone trying to “gain face.”
That politician skimming millions of baht off that school project is doing it so he can buy another Mercedes and impress his friends and family. The general stealing money from relief supplies is trying to finance sending his kids to the US and UK for university so he can brag about how rich he is.
Even if you were to find a girl with a pure heart, it would take an amazing level of self control for her not to fall into the pit that her family and friends would be digging in front of her. They will pressure her to start working you like the family buffalo. They’ll start by asking her how much you give her or why you don’t have a nicer apartment (forgetting the fact they sleep on a dirt floor and you live in a 50,000 baht a month serviced apartment), why you don’t have a car, etc, etc. They’ll keep planting seeds in her head that until she makes a big score that she was a fool for marrying a poor farang. Oh, and if mom and dad start in with how a nice new house would raise the family’s status back in the village, forget it. You’re done. Every waking moment will be spent by her working that angle.
I can give specific examples from every level of Thai society. From the poorest of the poor to the richest of the rich. It’s not class specific.
That’s not to say that there aren’t any good/nice girls. There are plenty of them. But the girls who tend to gravitate toward farang men in Thailand all have the same underlying motive. Money! Lots and lots of money.
One girl I know is a perfect example. She’s from a middle-class Thai family from Bangkok. She has a university education. She had a good job (now she does nothing). She found herself a nice farang guy. He was probably late-30’s when they met. She had to be around 24. He makes good money. Really good money.
I haven’t gone out with them since they where married and she doesn’t spend the first half hour telling my wife about everything she’s bought since they last saw each other. Whether it’s a $700 LV handbag, a new gold necklace, some diamond earrings, the latest and greatest tech toys, she’s always got something to show off. He’s taken her all over Asia, Europe, Africa, Australia, and the US. Oh, and he bought her a condo in Bangkok (her name) and they own homes in 3 other countries.
Yet, she talks like he’s the biggest Cheap Charlie Thailand has ever run across. She comes out with absurd shit that even my wife shakes her head after hearing. The last time we went out together she spent almost the entire night pouting to my wife that her 10,000 baht per day allowance doesn’t allow her to take her friends out to lunch.
Oh, and she was suggesting that unless he gives her 20,000 a day she might have to divorce him.
When I hear her talking like this, especially when she does it in Thai and she thinks us dumb farang won’t understand, I want to punch her in the face. She sounds like the biggest spoiled bitch not in Paris Hilton’s address book.
Generalisations about the character of entire populations can be a dangerous path to tread but, having lived in Thailand for the better part of eighteen years, the sad fact is that face, and the maintenance of face, are an incredibly important part of the Thai cultural identity. So much so that intellectual substance, and accountability, take a back seat to looking good and maintaining status. TBH I find this to be such an unsophisticated, and childish, approach to life and it’s the prime cause of the endemic corruption in Thailand. Even their own recognise it as being so. This is what Sawai Boonma said about his fellow Thais in an article in the Nation back in 2009:
EVEN FOR A NATION OF THIEVES, IT’S NEVER TOO LATE
By Sawai Boonma
Published: 9/07/2009 at 12:00 AM
Newspaper section: Business
Last By: Sawai week, an Abac Poll of 1,228 households in 17 provinces across Thailand found that 84.5% of respondents regarded cheating as a normal business practice and 51.2% said corruption by government officials was acceptable as long as it improved their living conditions. Similar surveys conducted over the past few years reached essentially the same conclusions regardless of respondents’ geographical regions. Such findings clearly point out that Thailand is a nation made up largely of thieves who will cheat at every opportunity.
With such a mindset, no further explanation should be needed as to why Thailand has not been able to attain the level of development achieved by other Asian countries such as Japan and South Korea despite having relatively more natural resources. If we raise this issue with fellow Thais, a lot of them would quickly point out that corruption also exists in those countries. They are right. Corruption does indeed exist in those countries and, for that matter, in all countries. But the difference lies in the degree; in more advanced countries corruption is not so high as to stifle development.
A few weeks ago, a former president of South Korea was driven by shame to commit suicide after rumours circulated that he was involved in corruption while in office. In the case of Thailand, a former prime minister apparently feels no shame even after being convicted of corruption. Moreover, a large number of Thais have joined a political movement to clear him, including the current drive to prepare a petition with at least one million signatures to obtain a royal pardon.
Bad as the readiness to cheat may be, it is but one of four Thai characteristics that have been labelled detrimental to development, according to a former prime minister who echoed opinions expressed by some foreigners who know Thais well. The others are laziness, ostentatiousness and jealousy. Many Thais who hear this for the first time may be offended. But they should not be, as evidence can be found everywhere. Government lottery tickets are sold out regularly at premium prices because a lot of Thais wish to attain a high income level without working for it. Young Thai women marry retired foreigners whose pensions provide a road to an easy life. These phenomena may not be laziness as commonly understood but are laziness nonetheless.
Expensive German cars, Swiss watches, and French handbags all sell well in Thailand. Thais buy more luxury German cars than the Japanese, even though the latter have far more upper-income professionals. Personal debt has become a critical problem mainly because most Thais feel a strong need to keep up with their peers. Large debt may be incurred to finance ostentatious ceremonies to marry off daughters or send sons into the monkhood for two weeks.
Jealousy may not be as apparent, yet the co-operative movement in Thailand has never been successful since it was introduced during the reign of Rama VI because Thais cannot work co-operatively for any length of time. Tens of thousands of Buddhist temples have been built, many practically next to each other, because the solution for disagreement among members of the congregation is to build another one. These phenomena indicate a lack of social capital, which is vital for development.
The survey findings and foreigners’ opinions are mirrors reflecting the true picture of our society that we have ignored or denied for so long. Our mindset must be changed for Thailand to develop further and grim as the picture may be, it is never too late to do that. While responsibility lies with all of us, the ruling class should take the lead for it has had better opportunities. As for the government, a lot of suggestions can be made but I will make only three, beginning with the easiest: do not approve the current online lottery proposal or make gambling in whatever form more convenient in the future; start revamping the tax base with the ultimate aim of making a progressive consumption tax the main source of revenues; and make sure that its own ranks are not populated by corrupt politicians.
Sawai Boonma served for more than two decades as an economist with the World Bank in Washington DC. He can be reached at [email protected]
There are many things that I like about Thailand: the warm weather, great beaches, great natural environment, great food, and a generally easy lifestyle. However, when I combine the face thing with communication difficulties, and the generally poor levels of education, I’ve come to the realisation that I will probably never get into a relationship with a Thai woman ever again. Sad, but true.
I agree with everything that was said in the last TWO postings. I have only been frequenting Thailand for about 5 years on business and pleasure. I have never seen so much corruption at so many levels in one country in my life. I think the Philippines may be a very close second or even first. Saving face in Thailand is not saving face…it is a form of keeping in Denial…The whole society is in denial and they will never come out of it because it is built in the culture system. Deceit is bottomless, I have said it here many times. One can never know if a Thai person is telling the truth or not at any given time. I have been with very rich people in formal functions, and the bullshit that they give to each other is amazing. These are the upper class people…can you imagine what the poor class will be like?
Yes, ALL culture have deceit and corruption in their society, but if you look at Japan, Hong Kong, Korea and Vietnam (I have been to all of them) and compare them to Thailand, there is something terribly wrong with the system in Thailand. Thais who read this will be upset because it is 100% true and it hits the most sensitive nerve they have…Well, wake up and smell the roses….admit it, try to fix it and move on….
Thailand does have some charm that can’t be denied, and that is what makes it more sad that nothing is done to fix its problems, Thailand has so much potential to be an Asian leader….but I would win the lottery three times before anything will be done to fix its problems.
Really great story!
I have been living here in LOS for 15 years of whick 5 years in Pattaya and I cannot agree more with you:
Bar girls are just for fun! NEVER ever marry ANY of them!
wowwww mando….this time I ADMIT THAT YOU ARE GREAT…YOU HAVE LEARNT PERFECTLY….
THAI CORRUPTION IS SO EVERYDAY MATTER, LIKE DRINK WATER AND THEY ARE SURPRISED IF YOU ARE SURPRISED ABOUT THEM…
SO IF CORRUPTION IS LIKE METASTASI IN VERY LEVEL, EXPECIALLY FROM
GOVERNMENT EMPLOYEE, BECAUSE THEY ARE SO SICK OF MONEY THAT WORDS LIKE PROUD AND DIGNITY ARE LESS THAN SECONDARY MEANING, SO WHAT DO YOU EXPECT FROM BARS GIRLS….BUT THE SAME IS WITH THAI TEACHERS OR NURSES OR ANY OTHER WOMAN….THEY CANNOT CORRUPT BECAUSE HAVE DIFFERENT WORK, BUT JUST TO KEEP HIGH THE FLAG OF DISONESTY, THEY LIE LEFT AND RIGHT TO EVERYBODY JUST FOR MATERIALISTIC REASON AND THE SMILE IS LIEKE PART OF THE BODY SAME WAY AS A GUN IS A PART OF A MAFIA MAN….
WHEN ALL FARANGS LEARN THE LESSON, THE ARE MORE CAREFULL, THEN ALSO SEX AND FUN WILL BE EASYER AND LIFE WILL BE REALLY WANDERFUL IN THAILAND, BUT ONLY IF YOU LEARN THE LESSON….
ARE ALL THAI WOMEN LIKE THIS? NOOOOOOOOO ONLY 99,9% ARE
There are some Thai girls that are like this, but definitely not the majority. Wow.
The BKK girls are so hot. They were all really cool people. I had dinner with the ladyboy and her family in their tiny home and they shared what they had with me and cooked beautiful food. They run a food cart business and specialize in Laotian cuisine.