04/20/23 - Just apply some complex fertiliser overnight. It'll get better in seven days.
A education blogger says that, “I’ve been reading a matchmaking blogger lately, who’s been complaining that she’s trying to set up high-end singles nights. The requirement is that girls have to be born after ’95, but there’s a girl born after ’85 who insists on coming. She said that even though she’s born after ’85, she looks like she’s born after ’95. The blogger was furious.
The blogger then went on to say, you know, using that logic, if I hold a singles night requiring men to be wealthy, could a guy say, “Well, I’m poor, but I look rich!””
This blogger suggests maybe holding a singles night between men who look rich and ’85 women who look like they’re born ’95.
A lady posts a suggestion that, “Maybe overnight train carriages shouldn’t automatically put three men and one women in the same car? I was that lone woman. The carriage had a door that would shut while people were sleeping, so it’s an enclosed environment. The guys didn’t know each other either, I don’t think, but they had all already laid down when I showed up. I saw the next car over just had one guy in it, so I asked him to switch with me, but he said he needed to work the next day and refused. I totally understand—we’ve all got jobs. I apologised. Another guy from a couple cars over offered to switch with me, so I lucked out in the end. Honestly, Chinese rail needs to change their seating algorithm and stop assigning three men and one women, or three women and one man, in the same car together if they’re going to be sleeping over night.
Comments say, “This society is really fucked. If things go wrong and a woman is hurt, everyone says that she didn’t take enough precautions, she was careless, she shouldn’t have gone out by herself. But if you try to protect yourself, they say you’re paranoid and misandrist and think the whole world’s out to get you.”
Someone posts screenshots of a conversation, asking their mom for living expenses at university for the first time. “This is my second semester. My mom paid my tuition for my first semester, and I earned my own living expenses. But for winter break in 2022, I got covid and couldn’t work through it. I survived for two months based on my previous savings and some New Years red pockets, but it really hurt me when I asked for some money from my mom. My dad ended up giving me some, but I don’t know what to say to my mom now.”
The screen shots show her mother texting her, “I didn’t see it. I just saw you laying at home every day during break, never sparing a single thought about your future expenses.”
She attaches screenshots of her bank account (with a remaining balance of 1400 RMB left, and her last two pay stubs of 5K each roughly, and continues to say, “My wallet is empty too. There’s only so much I can do. The reason I kept telling you to work through winter break is because I know I can’t support you. I’m not working a factory job anymore where if I’m very efficient, I can make 10K a month and send you to private school. Now I am barely keeping myself afloat.”
Comments say, “Why not take out student loans? You can get 12K per year out of those, should be more than enough to live on.”
A blogger posts, “Yeah, sure, right, anyone can be a child model if they want to.” Along with pictures that parents have posted of their kid, asking how to get their kid into modelling.
Comments say, “I’m afraid they’re gonna have to start their own company to hire their kid as a model.”
A compilation of entirely nonscientific sounding methods that actually work, in a thread collecting folkloric cures. “I’ve got one for cavities. I’ve got a lot of cavities as a kid, sometimes hurting so bad I couldn’t eat. My grandma showed me this method. You can put some oil and green onions in a spoon and heat it up over a flame for a bit, then put a teacup upside down over the top of it. Once the tea cup is full of steam, put it over your ear on the side that it hurts. After that, my cavities never hurt again! I told my wife about this once, and my wife thought my grandma has magical powers.”
“I used to have really severe sinusitis as a kid. Every time it would get cold or I’d get sick, I would get really, really bad congestion, to the point I couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t breathe. My grandma found me a cure where you soak tea leaves in sesame oil for a few days. After a couple of days, you dab a cotton swab in the oil and put it up your nostril for 15 minutes. In half a month to a month, it’ll get better. I tried it myself, and it totally works! After getting it treated once, it won’t come back for several years.”
”My grandaunt treated my stye once by taking a needle and picking a thread out of my clothes and cutting it. It was fucking magical. My mom says she’s famous around our parts for curing styes.”
“Anyone have a cure for nail fungus?”
“Yeah, just apply some complex fertiliser over night. It’ll get better in seven days.”
”Mint rub + vinegar, boil it and bathe in it, and it’ll cure haemorrhoids.”
“Does someone have a cure for chilblains? My aunt gets them every year—she’s super beautiful, a professional dancer, but her hands are covered in them every winter.”
“If you’ve got an old house in the countryside, look in the corners to find these really old, dusty spiderwebs. The older the better. Carefully peel them off, dust intact, and wrap it around the chilblains. After a couple of days, it’ll be cured and never come back again.”
“In the spring, infuse some cherries in liquor until they turn yellow. Then rub the alcohol over your chilblains for a month. It’ll be cured for life.”
“I’ve got one for sinusitis too. My dad suffered from it for decades and one day, it just fixed itself. My mom observed that he’d gotten a jar of honey and had started a habit of eating a spoonful of it every now and then. When he got through the jar, his sinusitis had gone away.”
“I keep getting nail infections, and my aunt told me to stick my finger in some rice for three minutes. It literally got better the next day.”
“I got toe infections as a child, and my aunt taught me to use cigarette butts to wrap around my toe for several days, and they never got infected again.”
Someone asks for advice, “My ex died of a heart attack. How do I gently refuse to visit his grave? Apparently, after we broke up, he got so depressed that he started having heart problems. Surgery didn’t go well and he passed away. His mom thinks its my fault and wants me to, I don’t know, show remorse or guilt or something for him and make him an offering at his grave. I don’t want to piss her off, so I told her to tell me where he’s buried and I’ll visit when I have time. But she said that he’s buried deep in the mountains, and she’d have to show me there myself. I don’t want to go with her, so how do I gently tell her no without her freaking out?”
Comments say, “If you go, you won’t ever come back.”
A tiktok video of a car show, where they were handing out ice cream. The tiktokker explains, “At first, these two workers told me that they didn’t have any ice cream left, so I walked away. But after a couple of seconds, some white guy walks up and lo and behold. They hand him an ice cream.
So I go back and ask exactly whether or not they have ice cream left, and the two workers start getting nervous. They go on this big spiel about how I have to download some sort of app and register some kind of foreign account, but the white guy clearly just walked up and took ice cream without having to do anything. The workers never checked his phone.
Then later, maybe to avoid trouble, they just took the whole box of free ice cream away. I think that’s pretty guilty behaviour.”
Comments say, “Maybe they should only sell their cars to white people too.”
A submission to a relationship blogger, “Nobody has less of an allowance than me, I bet. I’m in my junior year in uni, a girl. I’m going to a super average state university. I’ve got a younger brother and sister at home. My sister’s in high school right now. My mom’s already paid her food and water card at school. She’s at school for 12 days before coming home one day. Every time she comes home, she gets 150 RMB in spending money. She needs to spend 60 RMB on travel expenses getting home and back to school again. The 30 RMB left over is her actual allowance. So, she never has enough money for anything, so she’ll ask for money from me.
I get 1000 RMB a month, but a lot of things cost money at uni. I need to spend 60-70 RMB on showers alone, 39 for my phone bill, plus toiletries and menstruation needs, etc. I eat very cheaply, less than 20 RMB a day usually. But other than myself, I need to help out my sister too. I give her a little over 100 a month, sometimes nearly 200, so I actually only have 800 for myself.
My shoes have completely split apart and I still can’t afford to get new ones. I’ve been wearing the same underwear for several years now. They’re a little small on me now but I can’t get new ones. I’ve never gotten take out or boba tea. I feel like I’m so poor.
I’m preparing to enter some professional exams to get certificates right now, so I have no time to work part-time, so I just have to make my money last. Am I the uni student with the least allowance?”
Comments ask, “So why help out your sister? Tell her to ask for it from her parents, you gotta look out for yourself.”
An ob/gyn writes, “At the hospital that I work at, if an extra large baby is born, the ob/gyn responsible will get investigated. That’s why I keep reiterating, please watch your diet while pregnant. With the level of development in Shenzhen, I’ve never seen a pregnant lady with malnutrition. For the most part, the problem is more over-nutrition. Rather than eating cake, maybe eat some cucumbers or tomatoes. Every bit you eat is another bite of fat on you, another stretch mark on your body. Isn’t the pursuit of health and a slim body the ultimate purpose to life?”
Comments say, “I controlled my weight perfectly with both of my pregnancies. I only gained 22 pounds each time. But when my babies were born, my oldest was 9 pounds and my second was 10 pounds.”
Drama in Hong Kong’s billionaire circle as Laurinda Ho’s mother doesn’t show up to her wedding, with the excuse that, “It’s too much of a hassle to travel.” Really? A billionaire thinks it’s too much hassle to fly overseas? The blogger posting about this expresses disbelief.
Comments agree, “There is some kind of drama in this.”
A nanny posts a video of what her work day is like, looking after a kid for 5K a month.
“It’s been a month now that I’ve been doing this job. Say hello to my little sheepy, and I’ll show you what my day is like. I have to wear super casual clothing, because looking after a kid is a very physical job. I leave the house at 8am in the morning, eat a grilled cheese on my way. By the way, I’d like to show off the pretty, pretty bracelet I got for 13 RMB.
Right now, my little boss can open the door for me himself. And he insists on closing the door himself too. The morning is just playing with him, or watching him play by himself. Around noon, I prepare the food that mommy’s already laid out for me before hand. While I’m cooking, I send the little boss off to watch TV.
He’s very reluctant. All he does all day is play, play, play. He doesn’t do his home work, he doesn’t learn his nursery rhymes. The one rhyme he knows, he always gets wrong.
He eats the little bowl, I eat the big bowl. Thankfully, he’s a good eater. It doesn’t interrupt my lunch time at all.
After his nap in the after noon, we drink some mung bean water, and we go out to play. He’s already sick and tired of his toys at home. If we don’t go out, he’ll make me play hide and seek with him all day. It’s the only game he knows. And once I hide, he can never find me. I get so fucking sleepy waiting on him.
The afternoon is just him running around, and me chasing after him. If we’re playing in the neighbourhood, I don’t have to tell mommy. If we’re going somewhere further away, I’ll let mommy know, and she’ll give me a budget for it, sort of like playing on the company dime.
I think he’s gotten taller.
Mommy usually gets home around 4pm. The sun is still up when I get off of work. The perfect time to keep practicing my skateboard skills.”
Comments joke, “Take care of one kid, 5K a month. Take care of a dozen kids, 2K a month.”
Are larger babies considered a problem? Who is investigating the ob/gyns? I've seen a lot of content here about strict diet culture and can imagine the social pressures that lead to that, but are they actually having increases in obesity rate or something too?