So ... female fetuses being aborted = terrible but understandable for economic reasons. Theoretical male-on-male homicide (for cultural/social reasons) = those poor innocent men (just one innocent man in a murder, right?).
schadenfreudeing
schadenfreudeing
Whatever gets you through is right. I wore my husband's wedding ring on a chain around my neck for about a month. After that I switched to some of the pendants our local cancer support organization made for a fundraiser that said things like 'courage" and 'strength." David hated them, but I wore them anyway because…
Whatever happnes, my money is on it's somehow going to suck for women.
I hate to think of how many of those men could grow up to be Nice Guys, MRAs, incel, etc. who blame women for their own single-ness.
You can bring a lot to the table as a writer, activist, and adoptive parent- remember that it's not all on you to change a terrible system that wasn't built in a day by one person. I think it's great that you know your origin story and share it- it puts a human face on mind-numbing statistics. I hope whatever you…
Seriously. This part, "one bride was murdered every hourover dowry demands in 2010. In 2009, a report by Action Aid found that the ratio of girls to boys in some Punjab villages was about 300 to 1,000" just made me squint. I mean, with a gender ratio like that shouldn't they be happy just to have a wife? But no.…
Ordinarily, as things become more rare, they become more precious.
I don't know how I feel about the men killing each other off. On one hand, I'm like, "Fuck you, kill each other," and, on the other hand, I'm like, "what a very sad state of affairs — can't they just all stop being monstrous assholes?"
This is one reason I'd like to adopt a baby girl from India, someday. I was abandoned on the steps of an abbey in Bihar as a few-hours old infant, no doubt for sex-selective reasons. It's a facet of my birth country that I wrestle with, from time to time. The systemic oppression against women in this culture is…
It doesn't matter if you share this woman's belief that her husband sent her a love token from beyond the grave. The issue at hand is: How do you permanently preserve a potato? Either help solve the problem or GTFO.
See, I never understand responses like this. If it helps her cope to think she has some little sign her husband is watching over her, who is that hurting? It's not like she's sitting the potato down and talking to it like it's a way to get messages to her husband or something. She's taking it as a sign her husband is…
That's way harsh, Tai.
Plant it maybe? Then she would have a potato plant that grew from a heart, and she could think of her husband every time she saw the plant.
That should be one. I have issues with cuddling sometimes when my anxiety is through the roof or my obsessive compulsiveness kicks in and I just can't be touched.
Cuddle Positions for Those With Neurosis hahah
"The Long Distance Lovers" (sleep as far away as possible from each other but say sweet things to make up for…
I do the pervert in my sleep apparently. But from behind. My hand is always searching for what we call his giblets, apparently. Once he woke me up and asked why I didn't go from the front and I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about it.
My wife and I often preform the double-insomniac with a butterfly twist. It's a pro move.
Also, one of my fave comics has this:
