11/12/23 - The kind of man who would choose a decent restaurant and actually buy you a meal is pretty decent on the dating market.
“How bad can school bullying get?
Let me tell a story from my childhood.
I was in second grade, and I got beat up by a boy.
I had a really fancy little ruler, and the other kid saw it and wanted it. If I didn’t give it to him, he’d try taking it by force. He stabbed me in the arm with a sharpened pencil. He was super strong, and I got shoved over by him. Got a bruise on my knees, and a lot of bleeding holes stabbed into my hand.
This all happened in class, and I went to the teacher crying. My homeroom teacher was an old lady in her 50s, and she was very angry when she found out. She asked exactly what happened, and took me back to class. The next class had started by this point. I remember it was nature class? (really showing my age here, this was elementary school in the middle of the 90s), and she didn’t care. She went in and dragged the kid out, and asked him what happened.
The kid stiffened his jaw and insisted it was his ruler. I stole his ruler. So we both had to go back to the office for questioning.
In the office, I said that my mom bought the ruler, which store she bought it from, when, for how much money, all clearly. And the brat copied me, said he bought it there too. So they called our parents. My mom was working, and she was really far away from the school, so the other kid’s grandma showed up first.
When the grandma came, the homeroom teacher explained the situation, then asked about the ruler. The grandma glanced around and said that yeah, her family totally did buy it. The teacher asked about the details, and she mumbled and couldn’t give a clear answer, and just insisted that the kid’s parents bought it. My homeroom teacher had more or less figured it out by then.
She didn’t continue the conversation, and instead told the grandma about how her kid beat someone up. Guess what she said? “He just beat up a little girl. What’s wrong with that? Why are you calling his parents? Aren’t girls meant for boys to beat up on?” All the female teachers in the whole office was shocked by that.
Everyone stared at each other and knew right away how this brat had been raised. The principle decided to call the kid’s parents at their work. Soon enough, the kid’s mom hurried in, asked what happened, and heard from the teachers what kind of shit the grandma had just been spewing. She completely ignored her son and came over to me and told me, “I’ll definitely beat him up, don’t you worry.” And then she hugged me and looked at my injuries and asked where my parents were and asked if I wanted to go to the nurse’s office. While she was waiting for my mom, she kept comforting me. And she clarified that the ruler was, in fact, mine.
When my parents came, I was already calm, but when my mom saw my injuries, she immediately flipped out. The auntie apologised right away and said we’ll go to the hospital, she’ll take responsibility. She was super sincere. But my mom was completely irrational at that point, yelling about how she doesn’t want money, she wants the boy to come over and get stabbed a couple of times too. Thankfully, my dad held her back, told her to calm down, and the other teachers talked her down.
Once everyone was calm, the parents on both sides had a talk. The boy’s dad had arrived by this point too, and his dad had an even more explosive temper. He learned the situation on his way over, and he got in the room, and didn’t even say anything, just picked up the broom by the side of the door and started beating his son. Like, actually beating the shit out of him, not just putting on a show. At that point, the arrogant little brat finally got scared and started crying. Remember the even worse grandma? She just shrank in a corner and everyone ignored her. Her DIL never spoke a word to her. Now that she saw her son was here, it was like she found her confidence again, and started yelling, “Son! Son! They’re bullying me!”
The firepower used to be all concentrated on the kid. But when the grandma started yelling, everyone focused on her instead. And her DIL suddenly screamed, “[Husband’s Name]! If you don’t make your mom leave today, I’m leaving with my son. If this continues, your mom is going to ruin my son!” The dad was originally focused on beating the kid, and his wife literally made him jump in fright. Once he got a hold of himself, he hurried to go comfort his wife, “Let’s solve the situation here. We can talk about family issues at home.” “If we can talk things through at home, this wouldn’t have happened!”
Things got really chaotic at that point—the kid was crying, the adults were fighting, the teachers were mediating.
My parents protected me. I had no idea what this family was doing, just that they were all pretty heated.
Once everything calmed down again, we actually resolved the situation. Went to the hospital first—nothing wrong with me. Didn’t make them pay for the checkup either. They felt bad about it, so when we got out of the hospital, they bought us dinner at a nearby restaurant. They backed me up on the issue with the ruler. The little boy apologised to me. Every parent involved were pretty reasonable people. And the teachers were very responsible too. There was just one shitty old lady fucking everything up, making the situation all complicated.
Aftermath: My mom bought an identical ruler for the little boy, and thanked the teachers for upholding justice. She bought a bouquet for the office too (teachers back in the day were really upstanding. They never took any gifts). At the PTA meeting, the two moms sat together, and my mom learned that after this incident, the grandma stopped living with them. She supposedly rented a place nearby, and the dad visits her occasionally. The other mom looked pretty happy, and thanked our family for removing a big hassle from her life.
This was basically my experience with bullying. I was very thankful. When I was at the most important phase for building security and confidence, I met responsible teachers and had loving parents.”
Comments say, “I lived with my grandma growing up. When I was in second grade, my classmate told me that my grandma passed away at home. She was laying on the ground and not moving. I was so scared, I burst into tears and ran home right away. Then they reported me to the teacher for skipping class. I seriously have PTSD from this for life.”
“That’s great. I just remember my teacher dodging responsibility. When I was in elementary school, two older boys would come fuck with me after school every day. I was really scared and told the teacher, and the teacher asked me, “What did you do to set them off?””
“I got bullied by a classmate in middle school, and telling the teacher was useless, since I didn’t have the best grades. Learned later on, that classmate died in Kunming overdosing on drugs. And my middle school teacher got divorced with no children of her own.”
An askreddit question, “Why is Macau so much more peaceful than Hong Kong?”
The top reply is, “Because Portugal is pathetic.
In 1966, when a riot started in Macau, the Chinese left-wing party won, and made five demands. At the same time, representatives from Guangdong put pressure on the Portuguese government too. In the end, Portugal compromised and apologised to all the citizens. Afterwards, the left-wing party even built a building directly opposite the government office and kept the lights on all night, as a symbol of them watching over Macau. Portuguese government didn’t say a word, just let it happen like a wuss. They lost a lot of reverence from the people in that.
1974, a revolution happens in Portugal, and the new governments wants to return Macau to China as a hot potato. China doesn’t even want it, because we were worried about getting embargoed by America again, and wanted to keep Macau as a connecting point. Portugal wasn’t happy about that, and pulled all the Portuguese military away from Macau. Without a military there to maintain order, the Portuguese-Macau government completely gave up and stopped enforcing anything.
Then, organised crime started fighting, to the point that in such a tiny place like Macau, there were 50 crimes every day, three assaults, and up to 37 people died every year in violent incidents.
The most famous gang was Broken Tooth Koi’s. He even hired Simon Yam and Fong Chung Sun to make an autobiographical movie about him. He bought a whole bunch of military hardware like AK47s, to fight with rival gangs. In this period, the Police Chief on Macau, Bai De’an’s car was bombed, and rumours say that it was done by Broken Tooth Koi.
The Macau people was sick and tired of the crime and chaos.
In 1999, Macau returned to China, and the PLA set up in Macau.
The original plan was for Macau to organise 500 people to welcome the incoming troops on the streets, but actually, tens of thousands of Macau citizens came voluntarily to welcome the PLA. And as the PLA arrived, the gangs all quieted down.
Second year after returning, in 2000, the number of violent deaths in Macau dropped from 37 to just 1. Street crime became almost extinct.
Macau people feel this change the deepest of anyone. Plus the completion of the Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macao Bridge meant that Macau people often went over to Zhuhai to shop and buy groceries, so they feel very connected with the mainland.
In 2017, Macau got hit by a typhoon, and PLA soldiers went and helped clean up the streets. On social media, some people were making up rumours that PLA soldiers were beating people up, and immediately got bullied off the internet by other Macau people.
This sort of thing would never happen in Hong Kong.”
Comments say, “You didn’t grasp the core of the issue. They use the same textbooks in Macau as in mainland China, so people there aren’t raised that differently than mainland China kids.”
“Theoretically, Macau returned to China in 1999, but actually, it’s been a part of China since 1966 basically. Theoretically, Hong Kong returned to China in 1997, but actually, it wasn’t a part of China until 2020.”
“Another important factor, despite being ruled by Portugal for over 300 years, they never made Portuguese education mandatory. A lot of local Portuguese people in Macau have forgotten how to speak Portuguese after a couple of generations. Hong Kong was only ruled by England for 100 years, but in that 100 years, education was primarily in English. Cultural drift is the main reason.”
A member of one of the Four Great Families of Kokang, Myanmar, has posted a video claiming that his family is putting a total ban on internet fraud, and demands that Chinese people be released from the local area. “Don’t delude yourself. Return the Chinese to China.”
Comments say, “The Four Great Families owned all of the internet fraud, and now that there’s soldiers at their gates, they’re talking about banning it? Who are they kidding?”
“Finally got scared of being beaten up, huh? If peaceful methods don’t work, we just have to kick some ass.”
“The Four Great Families should join China’s One Belt One Road plan, work on some infrastructure, build roads and bridges and industrial parks. Their days would only get better then.”
From an IP address in America: “Just got done swimming, and there was a Middle Eastern dad in the locker room helping his daughter blow dry her hair. The daughter was wearing a pair of pink crocs. The dad was wearing leather sandals. It looked like it was made with really fancy leather. No idea if stepping on the damp floor around the pool and lockers would damage it. He didn’t look like he cares at all. The little girl got her hair dried, and they didn’t change into any other shoes, just walked outside into the Oxford winter. There’s probably a car right outside or something. But it’s really true. Middle Eastern men will wear sandals into banquet halls and kitchens, to meet with honoured guests and to swim with. It’s suitable for every occasion.”
Comments say, “Sometimes, I wonder if Hainan people just have sandals welded to their feet.”
“I was going to uni in Shandong, and the temperature dropped below zero. I was wearing leather boots with an overcoat, and my Hainan classmate wore short-sleeved shirt plus a thin jacket and his usual sandals.”
“But Middle Eastern sandals are actually super comfy though.”
“Back when I worked as a volunteer at tech expos, a lot of male bosses liked to come to our hotel every night to lecture us. Supposedly, it was to communicate important work stuff. But actually, everyone knows what dirty intentions they have.
One of the bosses was 160-something cm, some 65-70kg, approaching a perfect square in size, well into his 40s, with a wife and children. And he told our supervisor that he’s interested in me, and wanted to take care of me, and wanted me to add him. I refused my supervisor and told him to not put me in a difficult position.
Actually, most men are like this. So patriarchy. As soon as they have the tiniest amount of power, they start trying to show off. They love making young women submit. They’ll try to buy people off with just a couple of coins in their pockets, and never think to wonder if they deserve it at all.”
Comments say, “It’s so true. They look so upstanding, but all of them are degenerates in their bones.”
“No, I assure you they look very degenerate too.”
“Just this post is enough to make me a misandrist, and I’m a man.”
A relationship blogger shows a fan submission, “I’m a male, 45-years-old, divorced with a son, working at a good job in a large company, middle manager, make about 200K a year. My penthouse is almost done being remodelled. Lately, I’ve got a lot of romance in my life. A 32 year old, divorced middle school teacher got a crush on me (long legs, ordinary looks, decent personality); the guys remodelling my house got interested in me too and wants to introduce their 30-year-old, divorced with a daughter sister to me. Supposedly, she makes 150K a year (decent looks). What should I choose?”
The relationship blogger replies, “Try out them both, don’t leave yourself with any regrets. Then pick the one you like better.”
Comments say, “That’s not a post seeking advice! He’s just showing off!”
“With just 200K, he can’t really afford to take care of two kids though.”
“You get this many choices with just 200K a year? I guess it’s the penthouse working for him.”
A blogger posts screenshots of an instagram story, that reads, “I accidentally tripped today, and my crush just stood there and made fun of me, saying I faked it to get attention. Then, the girl I hated most in class walked up and slapped him. From now on, my crush is her.”
And a compilation of comments beneath, “You two need to get together right now! Right now!”
“On the way back from school: “You know I hate you, right? Why did you stand up for me?” “Who stood up for you?? I just hated the way he was acting. I mean, you were so good to him!” “Yeah, I regret it too.” “Regret being nice to him?” “No, I regret ever disliking you.””
“It’s true, though. Once, a bunch of people from class went out for karaoke, and when we were ordering songs, they asked what everyone wanted to sing. Everyone said the song they wanted, and I did too, but no one heard me. So the girl I hated the most loudly repeated what I said. At that moment, I felt my heart flutter.”
“Jesus Christ. One time, I saw a girl I hate hiding in the bathroom by herself. She was crying, and her nose was still red. And for just that one moment, I legit fell in love. What is up with that.”
“I haven’t dated in years, but from what I hear from my friends, the dating market is filled with more and more shitty men.
I just heard a story that really blew me away lately.
The parents on both sides set up the date, and the guy took the girl out to eat. He picked the restaurant, he paid the bill. Then afterwards, the girl didn’t feel like they got along, so she turned the guy down over text and said she’ll pay him back for her dinner. He took a screenshot of the payment notification on his phone, and it showed 600 RMB, and asked the girl to pay him 300 RMB.
The girl felt like it was a little expensive, so she called the restaurant to ask about their bill. And the restaurant got back to her that the guy bought a membership card there for 600 RMB for a 100 RMB bonus. The actual meal itself only cost 400 RMB.
The girl was speechless. Her parents even asked her what she thought of the date, and she had to use all the maths she learned in her life to explain to her parents why that guy was a piece of shit. And it really soured her to dating in general.
Conclusion: All the men who’ve been hanging around the dating market for a while have some shocking trait about them.”
Comments say, “Wow. Don’t know what to say. If I was the man, I wouldn’t lie about the bill. But if I was the girl, I would never think to question whether it was really 600.”
“I mean, she’s pretty fucking weird to even think to call the restaurant, so I guess they’re a good match for each other.”
“It’s probably because she offered to split the bill that made the guy figure since he lost out on the date, he should try to make it back a little financially. Honestly, the kind of man who would choose a decent restaurant and actually buy you a meal is pretty decent on the dating market. There’s plenty of people who just take girls on a walk around the park in the middle of summer and refuse to even buy her a bottle of water.”
13th of November, abduction rescue volunteer Shangguang Zhengyi [Zhengyi means Justice] posted to the internet asking about a case of stolen birth certificates 12 years ago. He explains that in 2011, the Women and Children’s Hospital in Shangqiu had 4885 birth certificates stolen. After the case was resolved by police, it was discovered that a Chief and deputy Chief of the hospitalwas involved in the case. Shangguang Zhengyi says that he’s called out multiple times for the resolution of this case to be publicised, and never gotten any results. He wants to know, how many years were these two suspects sentenced to? He wants to know whether this kind of case is classified.
Comments say, “Oh my god, we have to protect him. It’s so rare to hear someone calling for justice. Every kiddo is a human life. They all reflect a family.”
“Do we have to rely in average people fighting for justice despite the danger to themselves? In the end, ** is not going to do anything anyways. I can’t even talk about it openly. I can only type **.”
“This is the first time I’ve heard of this case. I feel like a giant hole was rotted through the sky.”
“A lot of things never get resolved once they disappear off the trending hashtags.”
A compilation of stories about Chongqing Taxi Drivers:
“A couple of years ago, I went with a friend to Chongqing. We got a taxi, but was worried about getting scammed, so we looked up how many kilometres it was on our map app. Once we got on the car, my friend confidently asked the driver how many kilometres it was and how long it would take to get there? As the driver calmly turned the meter on, he said, “Well, it depends on the person. Some people might take 10 minutes. Some might take 20 minutes. But if you’re saying it’s 5 minutes, then by God, I will get you there in 5 minutes.” And my friend was like, “I just wanted to know how long…I didn’t say it had to be 5 minutes…”
“I went on vacation in Chongqing, and spent a whole day hanging out at tourist spots. Looked down to see that I only had an hour and a half left to make it to my train. But I looked up the map and it would be at least hour and 40 minutes to get there, plus we still had to pick up our luggage from the hotel, and go through security. There was no way we had enough time. We stopped a Ferrari, and told the driver that whether we have to change ticket or not is all up to him. And he didn’t say a word and just zoomed onto the street. It was over an hour to our hotel, and he got us there in just 30 minutes. Spent a couple of minutes getting our stuff, and now we only had 50 minutes left. We got another Ferrari, and he knew we were in a hurry too. Again, didn’t say anything, zoomed onto the street. I still remember him asking us, “Do you trust me or do you trust the GPS?” Well, guess we have to trust him. And so, whoosh, we were there in half an hour. We ran out of the car, and managed to get on the train with 3 minutes left. It was all so thrilling.”
“I got a cab for a trip that was meant to be about 10 minutes long. I told the driver, “I’m in a bit of a hurry.” And he said, “Then grab on.” And before I could stop him, I was already at the destination.”
“Have you ever experienced the route 7 bus in Chongqing? I have when I was little. Those buses liked to zoomed around on the streets too. When I rode, the driver literally drifted through a big curve, and the ticket agent said that he missed a stop where people were waiting. And he said he was going too fast to stop.”
“You just have to make a “tsk” and look at the time, and you’ll know just how competitive the taxi drivers are. Personal experience.”
“That soft “tsk” is like a chant to awaken an ancient dragon, a horn to call mysterious soldiers. It’s an omnipotent spell that accelerates you from 0 to 180 instantaneously. It will let you experience the joy of flight. You call him competitive? No, no, he is only defending his oath of bronze and fire. He is rivalling the God of Speed with his mortal body. How dare you call him merely competitive?”
“I still remember when I told him I was hurrying to catch my flight. It’s my biggest regret in life. It’s even worse than rollercoasters.”
“Driver: “Just tell me where you’re flying to and I’ll get you there myself.””
“Chongqing drivers don’t speed. They just fly too low.”
What is "**"?
When you talk about an IP address being from a specific country,, is that something Weibo automatically displays, or do you have to manually check it?