PriertheConfusedKumquat
Prier the Confused Kumquat
PriertheConfusedKumquat

What do you think she will do when she delivers the 300th sandwich and he goes "yeah, about that? I was just kidding around."

You have a quail???

Bombpons? Surely you meant Tambombs.
Also, fun fact: in New Zealand and Australia it is a perennially hilarious joke among kids to call Vegemite "Vaginamite". We can repurpose this! You are welcome - nay, extolled - to change the article title to "Newsweek Cover About Suicide Bombers Features Tambomb Vaginamite"

So then would it be more accurate to say something like.....

I read through part of her blog. He still sounds like a spoiled brat who I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. But if she's happy...eh, I just won't go to her corner of the internet, you know?

Hopefully they'll reconsider once the kids are in school. Sounds like the work they were doing was important!

psssh, you stop that! My boyfriend has TWO sisters who were both scientists, one did cancer research and the other did some crazy thing involving weighing atoms and they both made more than their husbands by A LOT and they decided to become stay-at-home-moms. What a waste of their talents and education. Sorry if that

Sharon:
My legal advice: put a ring on it.
—Beyonce, Esq.

Oh my God, I know, it's the worst thing I've read in a long time...

I also think he hasn't been going to the right delis.

299 loogie-filled sandwiches that I rubbed on the cat's butt. Sandwich 300 would be full of arsenic.

20 bucks says he sits her down to have the "it's not you, it's me" speech right after he devours sandwich #298 (cotto salame, provolone, heirloom tomato and salty tears on focaccia)

Deli sandwiches don't have love?

"My mother was the voice of reason. “Relationships are a marathon, not a sprint,” she said. “Take it one sandwich at a time.”"

Chomping popcorn and waiting for the MRAs...

So to save everyone the trouble of googling Palimony like I just did, here's Wikipedia:

This woman isn't allowed to step outside to defecate unless it's NIGHT, both sides of her family are desperate to get rid of her and her child, her precarious situation is a direct result of her parents refusing to educate her because her female status wasn't worth it, and suddenly SHE is a participant in

If you read the entire article, you see that she is a victim herself who has never stepped foot outside alone in her entire life. She literally has to wait till after dark to go outside to defecate, lest a man see her. She can't comprehend a world where women have the freedom to do anything different.

That was my reaction at first, but then I realized from the whole article that her comment can't be compared to westernized slut shaming. It becomes pretty clear that she literally does not understand how a women is out alone at night in the same way that I do not understand, say, particle physics. I've heard of it

What she says is a powerful statement about the culture of India. Again, the blame isn't on Devi's husband, oh no. No, the blame is on the victim.

"How could a woman be out for the evening with a man who wasn't her husband?"

How could a man go out for the evening and decide it's a fine and dandy idea to go rape someone?