10/11/23 - Girls don’t have homes once they grow up.
“I’ve heard of a joke before, that when four Chinese people go order at a restaurant, it’s, “Kung Pao Chicken, Beef in Chili Oil, Stir Fried Pork, Stir Fried Seasonal Veggies, four bowls of rice, please!” But when four white people order Chinese food, it’s, “Four Kung Pao Chickens, thanks!” I found out today that this joke is totally true. An older white couple just ordered two squirrel fish. No other dishes. No rice. They finished it all too. Maybe it was too salty or something, they ordered a can of coke later on.”
Comments say, “Pft, please. I once ate out with three white people, and they ordered three meat dishes each. I figured that there needed to be some greens on the table, so I got an order of spinach. And then they each put a plate of meat in front of themselves, and I ate nothing but spinach for lunch.”
“One time, I met a table of white people who were excited to try out Chinese steel plate grilled beef. They each ordered a serving, and the whole restaurant was filled with sizzling sounds from their steel plate. They couldn’t stop praising how good it was. They were so happy. The restaurant owner told me that until they left, he didn’t have any more steel plates to use to serve. They couldn’t offer any steel plate dishes right now XD”
“Ate out with some white people at hotpot. All our food was on the table, and they were like, “So who’s going to cook this meal?”
“Company dinner. All six white coworkers ordered Kung Pao Chicken. The first one said no garlic. The second one, no green onions. The third one was allergic to peanuts. The four one asked for no soy sauce. The fifth one wanted no chilli peppers. I was just wondering if the sixth one was going to ask for no chicken.”
“A couple of days ago, the Russian Ministry of Health publicised a shocking case. Earlier this year, an 80-year-old grandma went to the local hospital for a CT-scan, and the doctors discovered a 3cm long metal needle inserted into the top of her brain. It was buried deep into her brains, almost assimilated into the surrounding tissue.
This needle in this grandma’s brain shocked the whole medical world. A lot of specialists came over to observe and study her case. After analysing her age and background, the experts came to an astounding conclusion: this metal needle was inserted by her parents when she was first born.
Based on this needle in her brain, the experts deduced a tragic and terrifying story.
This 80-year-old lady was born around 1943. At the time, the Soviet Union was deep in the throes of WWII, and societal resources were very, very low. In most areas, people were living very difficult lives.
Due to the war, there was a nigh-constant food shortage. Families didn’t know where their next meal was coming from. Under such a scenario, the old lady’s parents came to a cruel decision. They needed to kill the new-born girl, save on food, and make it more likely for everyone else to survive.
Her parents chose to use a subtle method, sticking a 3cm long needle into her fontanelle, and let the needle damage her brain and take her life away.
This method won’t leave any traces behind, because the fontanelle will close naturally as the baby groes up, so no one will ever discover the penetration mark. And the baby will slowly die of brain damage.
But no one expected that this lady had such strong liveliness. She lived healthily all her life with a needle in her brain, until this day.
The experts guessed that perhaps later on, her parents decided that it was a miracle that she’d lived, and that meant she wasn’t meant to die, and so they gave up on killing her.
A lived through many difficult years and became an adult. Throughout her decades of life, she’d never had a headache, so no one knew there was a needle buried in her brain. A needle meant to end her life.
When the Ministry of Health ministers reviewed her case, they sighed, “It’s not rare to see cases like this back in the famine days.”
After evaluating the old lady’s health, the experts concluded that its too risky to hold a surgery to remove the needle, both due to her high age and the fact that the needle isn’t actually interfering with her life. From now on, she’ll just have to get frequent checkups and monitoring. Most likely, she is going to keep this needle with her for the rest of her life.”
Comments say, “If you can’t afford children because of the famine, why don’t you sew your dick shut with that needle so you don’t have kids to begin with >: (“
“But…if no one knew about this metal needle, wouldn’t it be really bad if she’d went and got an MRI?”
“China would stab needles in the brains of girl babies because of sexism. It’s not a rare case around here either.”
“Do you have any friends around you, who would complain about men all day with you. And then she’d get married right on time, and keep complaining about her husband. And then she’d have a baby and complain about her MIL. And then she gets pregnant with a second baby.
You’re single all this time, and she keeps talking about how you must be so happy.
This kind of woman has no capabilities herself, and has a really weak will. She’s only capable of resistance with her words only.
And if you observe her life, it’s not nearly as hard as she makes it out to be. And even if it is, her complaining doesn’t mean she’s going to stop living like a slave.
This type of girl with too much Guan and not enough Cai live such ambivalent lives.” [Some sort of Chinese divination term that I’m not familiar with at all.]
Comments say, “Right? I was really convinced marriage was hell for a while, and then my ex pointed something out that woke me up. That’s her fake. I would never end up with such a man, because I don’t put up with bullshit. She keeps complaining but never leaves, which means she must be getting something out of it, or else she wouldn’t have continued. We need to respect other people’s fates. There’s no need to get worked up by such people.”
“My coworker is always pulling stunts like this. She keeps saying that she’s counting on me to have a daughter. That she’s done (she had a son). Now sons aren’t nearly as good as daughters. And I told her if she loved daughters so much, she could have one herself, and then she would shut up. [vomit emoji]”
“My classmate would complain about her boyfriend to me when she was dating, and as she complained, she would wash his clothes and cook him food all throughout her period. Every time she was done complaining, she was brag to me about him. When she got pregnant, she swore he was a scumbag. When she got married, she said he was abusive. She said her MIL was sexist. But throughout all this, she’d keep getting pregnant and having abortions, until she’d had four of five of them. I went from trying to talk her into leaving to not knowing what to say anymore. Even in the couple of months while their divorce was in court, she got pregnant again. [splitting apart emoji]”
From an German IP: “My friend just published a obituary. Her husband’s American relative went to the music festival in Israel, and the dad got killed by Hamas, the mom was wounded, and the 22-year-old daughter was kidnapped. The police took the mom’s DNA, and just found their daughter and some other people’s corpse yesterday.
My anti-Assad friend who escaped Syria is also sharing news about what the Gaza strip. After the Israeli air strike, the children in Palestine’s rubble, the common people in the hospitals, the anger of their families.
And on the other side, Ukrainian soldiers are asking if we can help…
Fuck war.”
Comments say, “I’m angry too. All I can do is add another dash of oil to the fire roasting Russia.”
“What can I say? When I was talking about this with my Hong Kong friend yesterday, he was just telling me, “How do you know fate isn’t going to punch you in the fate soon too?” I can only sigh.”
“This is a terrorist strike that’s closely tied to the Russian-Ukraine War.”
“My brother bought a house out of state after marrying. I’m still single as his sister, and I’m not sure where to go. He’s getting married in the latter half of this year, and bought a house next to his in-laws out of state. My brother said that we’ll all celebrate New Years in his new house today, so my parents are definitely gonna go. Since my SIL is an only daughter, I’m sure her mom and dad will be there too.
I’m just torn about what to do myself. Should I go over to his house with my parents? I’ve asked my dad about this before, and every time, he just dodges the question and keeps pressuring me to get married.
As an older single woman, I just don’t know how to deal with these changes in life. I feel really lost.”
Comments say, “Take yourself on a vacation and have a ton of fun, kay?”
“Reminds me of a really sad saying, “Girls don’t have homes once they grow up.””
“See what your brother says. If he doesn’t explicitly invite you, then don’t go home for New Years. Your dad definitely doesn’t think of you as family though. I’d stay away from him.”
“Sad stories from Palestine 2: The seed was sown on the left, and fruit was reaped on the right. The two sad teenagers back in the day have turned to adults now, and they’ve chosen a path of no return with no hesitation.”
Comments say, “Those two are refugees now eating up plenty of government benefits.”
“We’re all of one heart, charging forward under the enemy’s cannon fire. Forward. Forward.” [A line from the Chinese national anthem.]
“Everyone supporting Israel in this comment section need to take another look at who’s the real terrorists. Don’t pretend to be blind.”
An ask-reddit question, “A bunch of kids are splitting bananas, and your kid took the smallest one, and said, “I want other people to get better bananas.” If this was your kid, would you be happy with them?”
The top-voted reply is, “Don’t call me an asshole. I just don’t want to bullshit anyone. If this was my kid, I would have to teach her when it’s important to be polite, and when it’s completely unnecessary. For example, if there’s only two bananas, in front of us, we’re family. I’m perfectly okay eating the smaller one. Or even if we’re complete strangers, but if you’re older, or you look unhealthy, or you’re pregnant, I’m perfectly happy eating the smaller one.
In this case, I might have lost out on the banana, but I won in that my conscience is at peace. I’ve proven I’m a good person, and I’ve helped out someone weaker than me. That’s fine. That fits perfectly with our socialist ideals.
But if the scenario is merely that a bunch of people are splitting a bunch of bananas, each taking a turn at taking a banana, if I take the smallest banana, then I’m just raising a bunch of wolves.
So long as a large enough number of people gather, all kinds of assholes spring up among them. You took the smallest banana this time, right? Well, fine, next time we’re splitting pork buns, the one that’s broken is going to be yours. Next time we’re splitting fish, the rotting one is yours. You’re a good guy, right? Then you’re supposed to take the worst one so everyone else can have the better ones.
Until there’s a time when you’re taking seats at school, and you get the corner seat in the very back row, and now you’re freaking out and asking around to switch seats with someone because you’ve got bad eyesight and you can’t see the blackboard.
At that point, someone is bound to purse their lips and say that you’ve been corrupted. You’ve fallen. You’re selfish now. You’re inconsiderable. Maybe all of your past generosity was just an act too.
This is a classic case of the nice guy being bullied once social circles form. So long as you’re in a social environment, you better be committed to getting the short end of the stick every time for the rest of your life. Or else you’d better make sure this never happens to begin with.
It’ll inevitably end badly.
I also think the phenomena of praising people for giving to others is pretty interesting. If we really could move social dynamics into an experiment lab, and I taught everyone the value of generosity and giving, and everyone really believed me, than I’d make it out rich. I’d be exhilarated.
After I’ve brainwashed everyone, then you all work for me. And I’ll come by with a stack of cash and say, “Here’s 100K in bonuses, split it among yourselves…Don’t forget what I’ve been teaching you. You need to learn to sacrifice yourselves, give to others, one for all, all for one!”
You al look at each other, and every single pair of eyes around you in a set of morality security cameras. Who would dare take more? A witchhunt is surely waiting for them.
So each person takes a single bill and doesn’t dare to take more.
And then this money ends up back in my hands, and there’s still 98K left. And I’ll say, “Wonderful! You’re all such great people! I’ll use the rest of the money to develop the company! Just wait for me!”
Then I’ll turn around and take my mistress out shopping for luxury bags. And I’ll tell her that this bag was a gift from all my stupidly loyal underlings.
If a leader in a social group starts praising the value of giving and generosity while splitting resources…well, we can’t be absolute, but at least most of the time, he’s going to be the final benefactor.
I’ve told this true story before: one time, at an exhibition, a big laptop manufacturer sponsored us eight laptops to use for our display. Our boss held a special meeting to emphasise that this is a show of trust from the manufacturer, that we can’t disappoint them. We need to treat these laptops like our own. We need to be respectful to the machines, make sure they’re always at peak performance.
I was young and naive. I believed him.
As soon as the exhibit ended, the boss took home eight 99.9% new laptops and put them all on Ebay.
Taking bananas one by one is an inherently unfair way of splitting resources. There needs to be a reasonable mechanism for splitting resources. A reason why someone deserves the biggest banana.
Either we go by grades. Hold a quiz, and whoever gets the top marks gets to pick their banana first. That’s meritocracy.
Or we wrap all the bananas up in boxes, and each pick a box at random. That’s just based on luck.
Or we mash all the bananas up, and everyone gets a cup. That’s a fair split.
All of that is more reasonable by picking one by one.
If you’re picking one by one, the first one to take a banana is being pushed up onto a pedestal. If he takes a big banana, he’ll instantly get criticised.
And the last person to take a banana can only live with whatever fate he’s been left with. No one would be happy with that.
So no matter the scenario, the method of distribution is unfair. What do you think results if you’re encouraging people to screw themselves over proactively when they’re already inside an unfair system? Nothing good, right?
If I was this kid, what would I do?
Even if I wanted to be a moral person, I would take the biggest banana.
I won’t eat it right away though. I’ll wait ’til everyone’s done splitting, and I’ll take a look at whose banana is the smallest.
If it’s a cool guy, or someone who’s usually bullied, or someone who’s helped me before, I’ll swap bananas with him. I’ll take control of the right to distribute resources, and then give out rewards based on my standards. That’s the smart way out.
Or else you have no idea if a good person or an asshole is going to take away the benefits that you gave up on. Maybe you’ll be helping an asshole.
The buddha cut off his own flesh to feed an eagle. But if that eagle goes and bullies other bunnies or lambs or puppies after filling up on the buddha’s flesh, then the buddha’s just as guilty.
You have to have basic brains first before you can worry about morality. Everyone knows that blind loyalty or blind filial piety isn’t good. But I think we should add that blind kindness is also not helpful.
Giving to others is a virtue, sure, but the premise is that you have to be helping specific individuals. Throwing resources around blindly will only cause the worst seeds to grow the fastest.”