10/27/23 - Hobos really should be treated like stray dogs. We should kill them all.
“My best friend’s cousin is a trustfund brat. He was going to get married on the 1st of October this year. But it all fell apart a couple of days before the wedding. Because it was too sudden, they couldn’t cancel the wedding plans. So the bride’s family never showed up, and the grooms family got to eat a wedding feast on their own, without even bringing any wedding gifts.
Why did it fall apart? I can tell you all the details.
The bride is from a super poor family. She’s basically supporting her whole family by herself. Her parents are unemployed bums who play mahjong all day. But she is super gorgeous, fair-skinned and tall. Works as some sort of desk jockey for 3-4K a month.
The groom is a solid trust fund brat. His family has a ton of real estate, and several big factories for him to play with. His parents are all self-made businessmen.
A couple of days before the marriage, the bride wanted to talk with the groom. She said that in her hometown, women were the ones who managed finances. And they called the shots about the man’s whole family. And children take on their mother’s surnames.
She was so confident about everything. But her future MIL is a woman who’d seen plenty of shit in her time too. She didn’t say a word in response and just told the bride to pack up her things and go back to her home. Then in five minutes, she contacted the officiants and cancelled everything, even if she still had to pay for it all.
The groom didn’t get a word in edgewise about the whole thing.
So it just ended with a fancy family feast.
The bride’s still crying at home, blaming her parents for coming up with such a shitty idea. Her blind, stingy parents were too ugly. Thought they could hold the marriage hostage to make a little bit more money out of it.
Guess they didn’t grasp the idea that marrying their daughter is just like buying a flower vase—it’s not that important whether you have it or not.”
Comments say, “It’s so ridiculous that I half-suspect it’s all made up.”
“Taking her surname is the fakest part. Who the hell marries into a tycoon family and demands that as a condition?”
“The groom’s parents are self-made businessmen, that’s the most important part. Why did the groom’s mom have total say on this? Because she’d fought just as hard for everything they have today.”
A news story from Jiupai News: #Yellow Red Green Light makes 50 million in sales in 30 days #YSL customer service responds to accusations that Crazy Lil Yang’s livestream is too trashy Lately, the disciple of livestreaming influencer Crazy Lil Yang—Yellow Red Green Light—was selling Saint Laurent’s makeup sponge, which drew a lot of controversy. In front of the cameras, she had her hair in disarray, her expression contorted, holding up a foundation sponge in her hand with the YSL logo. A lot of internet comments are questioning whether this is too trashy. “Does YSL not care about their brand image anymore?”
In the screenshots of the livestream, the influencer even performs a split, with a sign behind her saying, “For dramatic effect only, do not attempt this at home.” A lot of internet commenters think that this form of livestreaming is disrespectful to women and too trashy.
On the 27th of October, YSL’s official customer support workers responded, saying they are paying attention to this event and will report it to relevant departments, and investigate what is going on. In response, Yellow Red Green Light has apologised in the comment section, “Sorry, sisters, didn’t know you would get so mad. I was just trying to give people a laugh with my livestream. If I’ve made you upset, I’m sorry. Spend what you want, compare prices before you shop, and sorry for being too trashy.”
Comments say, “Who the hell is watching these livestreams? What an attention whore.”
“YSL is the victim here. They didn’t agree to work with this livestreamer at all. Their whole brand’s been associated with this livestream’s vibes now. Remember to enjoy your gossip with some rationality.”
“Yeah, I can’t handle this at all. It’s way too trashy.”
“What, is this brand of foundation some sort of perfect ideal of elegance and holiness?”
A compilation of female homeless people:
“I’ve seen one before, hanging out around my building. She’s a hobo, but she was really clean. Her clothes were worn, but she was still clean. She knows how to sing opera too, and she was really great at it. But she also carried a chainsaw in her giant bag.”
“There was a female hobo in our village when I was small. You could only tell she was a woman by her long hair. Whenever us kids would pass by her, she’d glare at us or pat us. Then, her tummy got bigger day by day. My mom said she was packing on weight, but as it got bigger, we all knew she was pregnant. Then, we didn’t see her for a couple of days, and when we saw her again, her tummy was gone. But there wasn’t a kid with her. She still laid in the trash heap all day like usual. I have no idea what she went through in those few days. Thinking about it now, I still think it’s super scary.”
“Female hobos can’t exist. Even girls who have proper homes have a risk of being abducted to the mountains and raped, not to mention girls who have nowhere to go.”
“I saw a female hobo just the day before yesterday. Really young, very eloquent, clearly had her shit together. She’s pretty tall too. I’m in a coastal city in the south, but she spoke great mandarin. She was living in the public bathroom of a park, where she can wash herself, and it even had internet. I gave her some food, and she told me that her dad passed away and her relatives threw her out of her house. She’s been living in that bathroom for a long time.”
“I’ve read a webnovel once, where a couple took their kid to the zoo, and didn’t pay attention for a second, and the kid fell into the alligator enclosure and got eaten. So the wife got completely consumed by grief, and the husband was really annoyed by her, so he divorced her and remarried. A couple of years later, he went back to where he used to live, and found that his ex-wife had went insane, running around the street naked. A hobo brought some leftover food for her, and she ate it while being raped, like she was used to it. The husband saw this and got so triggered that he went crazy too. That webnovel totally shocked me at the time, but once I thought about it, every step of it seemed so realistic.”
“Hobos really should be treated like stray dogs. We should kill them all, or at least neuter all of them like we do with stray dogs.”
“It’s true. All the female hobos I’ve seen carry knives. The first time I noticed, I just about died of fright. I was worried they had some kind of anti-social personality disorder and was out stabbing people. Then, after a couple of encounters, I discovered that they’re perfectly sane, normal people, just with kinda tattered clothes, randomly passing by you with a meat cleaver.”
“Female hobos who don’t have meat cleavers have been sold into the mountains already.”
“When I was really little, we had a homeless auntie in my hometown, who was super dirty, with really long and tangled hair. She used to stand at an intersection and loudly swear. Everyone called her Retard. Once, she passed by my family’s store, and I was misbehaving at the time and throwing a tantrum. So my mom jokingly called out to her and asked, “Hey, Retard, you want kids? I’ll give you mine.” And she deliberately walked towards me like she was going to pick me up. I got scared and shrank behind my mom, and she smiled and left again. I really got the feeling at the time that she knew my mom was joking, and she was playing along just like a normal adult would. She wasn’t retarded at all like everyone said. I didn’t see her for the longest time, and a couple of years later, when I saw her on the street again, she was breastfeeding a little baby…”
“It’s really sad. I’ve seen a mentally ill female hobo laying on the street, naked, with an enormous stomach. I was so upset.”
“We had a female hobo near my house that men would go and rape all the time, because she didn’t know to fight back. Her stomach would get big regularly, but I have no idea where all the kids ended up. Then she disapepared later.”
“We had a female hobo in my village too, who was insane, but still knew to clean herself up. Then she got raped and went around with a big belly for a while, and I haven’t seen her since. I really hate some men.”
“When I was little, I heard my sisters say that there was a lady in town who got scammed really bad when she was younger, and she went insane as a result, and nobody from her family wanted to take care of her. So she’d appear on the streets sometimes and go missing sometimes. Because the single men in town would take her home, take care of her for a while, get her pregnant and wait until the kid’s weaned, and then throw her back out onto the streets. She’s been through several families this way.”
An askreddit question, “What’s it like to marry someone you don’t love?”
The top-voted reply says, “We don’t have to care about each other’s feelings at all, so it’s super comfy. It’s a lot better than living with someone you really care about.
I can internet shop as much as I want. We’re basically like roommates, or friends.
Right after we got married, we were still super awkward around each other, and wasn’t used to sleeping in the same bed at all. Then, he got used to it, but I couldn’t stand his snoring, so I’d have to push him awake. And he’d roll over and keep sleeping, or wait until after I’ve fallen asleep to go to bed.
I don’t like to cook, so I eat out all the time, or get takeout. I’m super lady. And I never care what he cooks. Then, I got sick of takeout, so I’d go to my best friend’s house to eat her food.
He learned how to cook himself, and sometimes I bum food off of him too.
If I’m mad, I tell him about it right away. I don’t put up with anything. Right after we got married, my MIL wanted to come over to live with us, and I refused. I wouldn’t agree no matter how much of a tantrum she threw. I mean, I don’t care if we get divorced. Not like I like him anyways.
For me, getting married is just completing the political mission my family’s set me.
Growing up, I’ve never dated. It’s like I naturally have very few emotions. Never got a crush, never really liked anybody, I don’t even have a favourite celebrity. And I’ve never enjoyed watchign romances either. I prefer watching political shows, or detective shows, or horror…
It’s not just love that I’m insensitive too, I don’t have much of a sense of family either. I’ve been boarding since 6th grade. All the other kids will cry at night because they miss their mom. I just want to tell them scary stories at night so they’re too scared to go to the bathroom by themselves.
In middle school, all the other kids are gossiping about who’s into who, and I never gave a shit. I was just absorbed by my novels. I loved reading philosophy or news, while they were watching anime.
I still boarded in middle school. Everyone else went home right away as soon as they got a few days off. I would just stay in the empty school corridors and zone out staring at the sky, or borrow some Harry Potter to read.
I got absolutely obsessed with history in high school. I also don’t have much of a sense of friendship. All the other girls wanted to get into the same uni as their best friend. But I just picked a super far away out of state uni.
I attended all kinds of social groups in uni, and fell in love with volunteering, with Buddhism, with Daoism. I started visiting all the temples and historical sites, tracing the footsteps of famous Daoists. It’s not that I haven’t met anyone with similar interests, but we ended up friends at most.
I knew that there were people who liked me. Some have even directly asked me out. But I just didn’t feel anything towards them. Some people have suspected I was gay, but I don’t like girls either. I don’t know if I’m just in the minority or something, but I’ve never met anyone like me. Maybe I’m just a natural asexual?
I’ve never been upset about being far from home. I’ve never been upset about someone who used to pursue me getting with other people. It doesn’t particularly matter to me whether I get married or not.
My husband’s from a middle-class families and studied art. He has a great artistic sense, and he did all the furnishing in our house. My in-laws get along well. My MIL is a very naggy, very controlling person, but there’s nothing she can do about me. No matter how ridiculous she acts, I just stare at her expressionlessly.
I married my husband because my family was putting a lot of pressure on me to, and because our birth dates have a lot of destiny entangled together according to Daoism. We only knew each other for two weeks before we got married, and even then, we mostly only texted. We only met up in person less than three times.
But we still got married.
A good thing that neither of us are particularly talkative people, and we give each other plenty of freedom.
He has an art studio, where he interacts with young girls all the time. Because he has a good sense of beauty, and dresses himself up nice, these girls end up crushing on him all the time. They’re all highschoolers.
When his art studio got bigger, he hired a young female teacher, and since they’re with each other all day long, their relationship got to be a little more than just employer/employee.
I’ve seen it, and I don’t particularly care.
So long as he still comes home and makes food, and gives me 2000 RMB a month, I don’t care about anything else.
He never cares what I’m up to either. Even if I stay out all night, I just have to give him a headsup beforehand.
We both live our own lives. And since I’m so disinterested in romance, he’s very trusting towards me. As for me, I don’t care what he gets up to.
He’s cheated before. After I found out, I haven’t let him touch me since. Now that I don’t have to perform my wifely duties, my life is even better.
It’s basically like having an errand boy in my life. If I have trouble with something, I can call him and he’ll show up. And all I have to do is put up a pretense in front of his parents. When either of us has to meet with relatives we hate, we can use the other as a shield. If someone I don’t like has a crush on me, my identity as a married woman can save me a lot of hassle.
And if I don’t want to work anymore, I can make him take care of me. I don’t feel bad at all about spending his money. I spend it a lot faster than I spend my own money.
I don’t have to worry about the utility bills or mortgage. And I can demand gifts for Valentines and anniversaries still.
If his mistress ever came to our door, I can still genuinely wish them a happily ever after.
He’s been with a lot of women, but he has high standards. They’re all very good looking or have great poise. I guess it comes from him working in art. Sometimes, I’d even get interested and talk to him about whether this or that woman fits my sense of beauty.
We don’t interact like a couple, but more like friends.
Slowly, I discover that we’ve got very similar interests. I learned how to draw from him. He listened to me talk about my uni experience. When we have free time, we’ll even go visit temples together.
Without the burden of love, we’re very tolerant of each other. We don’t get hung up on small details. We’ve never fought. It’s not like my best friend and her husband, whether they often fight to the point that one of them has to leave home.
Because we don’t have any expectations in each other, it’s hard to get too worked up. We wouldn’t get mad and fight because the other party hadn’t fulfilled some kind of promise, because we all know exactly what we are to each other.
Every time the atmosphere would get too romantically charged, I would start reading off Daoist sutras at him, or change the topic.
We’ve been married for 5 years now, and our relationship hasn’t changed. I told him to have his mistress have a baby, and give it to his mom to raise. That way, they’ll stop bothering us about having kids. It’s really annoying.
He just told his family he was child-free. His family wouldn’t accept it, so he said he was infertile. He’s pretty brave.
He told me that he wasn’t done playing around yet, so he doesn’t want kids. After all, men can have kids at whatever age they want.
I don’t particularly care. It’s not like I’m depending on anyone else to take care of me when I’m old. Just wrap me up in a straw sheet when I’m dead and burn me. Throw my ashes anywhere you want, use it as fertiliser for all I care.”
Comments say, “Only 2000 a month? What an angel! [Doge]”
“On the one hand, she says she doesn’t care about family. On the other hand, she says she got married to make her family satisfied. Lol.”
“Who would make up such an empty nothingburger of a story.”
“This morning, I had to talk to an organisation in Hong Kong. The lady who answered the phone spoke in Cantonese, and I spoke in Mandarin. The first two minutes, we were basically completely talking past each other. My entire technique came down to, “I don’t care whether you speak Mandarin or not, I don’t speak Cantonese. I can only speak Mandarin.”
After a couple of minutes, the lady got drawn in by me and started to be able to communicate in basic Mandarin. For example, she said 4th of December, and at first I thought she meant the 7th. Then I thought she meant the 1st. Until she repeatedly counted, “1, 2, 3, 4,” and I guessed several times before I figured out she was saying four.
All the Hong Kong people I’ve interacted with never have any prejudice against Mandarin. They’re just telling the objective truth that they don’t speak it. But I was still able to get what I wanted done in the span of a single phone call. They didn’t try to transfer me away, or put it off until later. They helped me register, get the appointment, double check the date. It’s all very efficient.
They make you feel like if you don’t speak Cantonese, you’ll cause a lot of trouble or other people.
So am I motivated to learn Cantonese now?
Not really. At least not currently.”
Comments say, “You’re the one prejudiced against Cantonese.”
“It’s so weird, all these Guangzhou people in the comments having a bizarre amount of confidence in Cantonese. You guys should all go out of state and learn some local dialects. I don’t get a normal dialect making itself as important as Mandarin. It’s fucking weird.”
“Twenty years ago, we had a client from Hong Kong, and every month, I had to communicate with her and double check all our numbers, then set up a time to get a check from their company in Hong Kong. Back in those days, you can’t expect any accountant in a Hong Kong company to speak Mandarin. So whether on the phone or in person, she’d speak Cantonese and I’d speak Mandarin, and so long as we vaguely understand each other through body language, then it was all fine for several years. Later on, my coworker asked why I wouldn’t speak in Cantonese to her even though I knew Cantonese, and I just smiled at him.”
A tiktok video where someone tries to follow instructions to make red sugar lard eggs:
You throw a looot of red sugar into a pot of water, heat until it’s all melted, then let it cool. Then crack eggs into it, and put a lid on, and go back to boiling it until the scum floats up and touches the lid. Open the lid and scrape off the scum, and pour the eggs into a bowl. Add a spoonful of lard, and enjoy.
Comments say, “Why add lard? Wouldn’t it be too greasy? Anyone understand what’s going on?”
“Ugh, it looks so gross. What a waste of food.”
“Adding lard makes it extra fragrant. I’m in Changde, Hunan, and whenever I’d have birthdays or get sick, I’d cook a bowl of red sugar eggs.”
"marrying their daughter is just like buying a flower vase—it’s not that important whether you have it or not.”
I don't understand what this means.