Bystander effect. All these people were seeing this and wondering “why is no one doing anything? Should I do something? But why is no one else doing anything?” I bet a bunch thought it must be on the level, because no one was doing anything, and just went about their day.

They could...oh you know...CALL THE COPS. You don’t have to interject yourself into a situation to help someone.

I wish I could identify every single bystander and make sure they were punished. Sickening. Utterly sickening.

I use Dove and I smell good. All body wash is basically the same as long as it's not scented teen crazy shit.

tldr but I think Dove soap is fine. Most soap is basically okay.

If this is true, I am the filthiest, filthiest woman in the world.

PSA: For fuck's sake, please please please do not reply to trolls. They are already here. I am so tired of seeing thoughtful, amazing conversations get pushed lower in the comments because people feel the need to educate a troll. Just don't. Please.

Great analysis of an absolutely horrifying situation, then and now. Thank you Margaret!

Firstly our honeymoon destination was bombed a month before we were due to go (Bali 2015). Cancelled but they took all our $$. Oh well.

Here's something I don't recommend: driving in a foreign country after an overnight flight!

Winner.

My first trip away with my husband (so a pre-honeymoon, if you like) we stayed in a cute little B&B in the west of Ireland run by a little old widow. We had never shared a double bed before (students!) so we made the most of it during our three day stay. And we were using condoms, but the septic tank would not have…

There's a story here and I can't be the only one who wants to hear it.

Word to the wise: if you honeymoon on St. Thomas and rent a car, don't be too reassured by the fact that the websites will make it clear that cars on the island have left hand drive, just like the American mainland. They conveniently leave off the part that you have to drive those cars on the LEFT HAND LANE, so the…

The honeymoon itself was lovely. What ruined it was that I realized I made a HUGE MISTAKE getting married to him.

A bit of a downer here, but I married my husband over the phone while he was in prison. My 'honeymoon' was spent watching Lockup and eating Nutella mixed with peanut butter while halfheartedly crying.

When I married my first husband he booked our honeymoon, a weekend in Boston. When we got to the 'inn' he had booked the place could only be described as completely gross. It was run down, dirty, and the worst part was it had an overwhelming sour smell that made it almost impossible to be in the room. There was no one…

For all of you folks imagining mad passion on the beach in the tropical moonlight

I got pregnant. :(