“Whenever I interview a nanny, I always tell them, “My baby needs to be rocked to sleep. You can only put her down when she’s fast asleep, and she startles awake super easily.” And all nannies, without exception say, “That’s because you’ve built a bad habit. I can help you correct that. Don’t worry, I’ve got this. I’ve gotten every baby I’ve taken care of to the point where they can fall asleep with just a little pat on the butt.”
And then, after they take care of Little Egg for two days, they’ve all without exception given up on sleep training and rocked her to sleep. Bad sleepers will teach you a lesson.”
Comments say, “Ohhh, I see. I thought this was normal. Mine is five and a half months and she’s like this too. I have to put her to deep sleep before I can put her down.”
“A pacifier doesn’t work for her?”
“We had to rock ours to sleep until 10 months old. The whole family would take turns rocking him. And at about one years old, he just suddenly started going to bed himself. Now that he’s over two, he always goes to bed by himself and very quickly falls asleep. I don’t need to do anything. It’s always the darkest before dawn. Just keep going and it’ll all get better.”
Local time 15th of November, evening, Xi Jinping attended the National Committee on US China Relations’ welcome banquet, with known personalities from all sectors of America joining him. There wasn’t any empty seats in the house. Among them were Tesla CEO Elon Musk, Apple CEO Cook, and Nike Board of Directors Leader Pack, and various other familiar faces.”
Comment section is just an endless repeat to “Looking forward to working together.”
A blogger shows screenshots from a really oldtimey TV show, saying, “When I watched this bit as a kit, I thought to myself, man, Aladdin really doesn’t want to live.”
It’s a clip where a King orders Aladdin to divide a goose for a banquet, and he gives the goose head to the King because he heads a country, the goose neck to the Queen because she is joint with the King and is the closest to him, the wings to the Princess because she’s marrying off to distant lands soon and are birds of a feather with her husband, and the goose feet to the little Prince because he’s going to inherit the Kingdom after his father and make leaps and bounds with it. And of course, the goose body, he can’t make up any logic for, so he’ll have to split it with the rest of the servants.
Comments say, “Goose wings and drumsticks should be tastier than the dry, flavourless meat on the body, right? I mean, that’s true for chicken.”
“It must be a lion head goose [a breed of goose where you specifically eat the head, and the head is the most expensive part]. Aladdin is very smart.”
“If he had been born in Shandong, Aladdin would be a Director general by now.”
A tiktok video shared by a mother of her two daughters, one year apart from each other, who are constantly fighting at home. She has to arbitrate endless disputes. One of them is super aggressive, and the other one just stands there and cries.
Comments say, “How do you get daughters that are less than a year apart?”
“The one who’s crying is probably the one being unreasonable lol.”
“My daughter’s 4-5 years old and they fight occasionally, and my neighbour hears and calls my kids psychos. But they only get into arguments once in a while during the day, not all the time. They’re two years apart, and both feel like they’re still little babies, and never compromise on anything, so they fight. What can I do about kids fighting and being overheard by the neighbour? My neighbour’s kids are 15 years apart, so they never fight at all. One of them is in his thirties, and one of them is 15.”
A compilation of amazing international student stories:
“My brother is in England and couldn’t stand the local cuisine so he started cooking for himself. Then, for some reason, people kept coming over to join him for dinner. It’s been three years now, and my brother’s become the well known Chinese master chef in his region. He’s coming back next year, says he has no idea what the people he’s been feeding are gonna do. I don’t get it at all, because my brother’s cooking sucks ass.”
“Hahahaha, I vacationed overseas and didn’t speak the local language, and someone did the squinty eye gesture at me. And I had bleeding gums at the time, so I pretended to bite my finger and use my blood to draw a curse in the air. God, she was terrified.”
“When I was studying in Australia, I couldn’t get used to the local food, so I started cooking for myself. My roommate who tried my food suggested that I open up a stall selling grilled noodles and mala soup, and earned 2 months’ worth of expenses for myself in six days. And after I stopped selling, someone managed to figure out what dorm I lived in and came to beg me to resume.”
“Palm Beach, America, I threw away a mattress with bedbugs near the house of someone I hate, and he totally took it home too hahahahaha.”
“When I was in London, the only thing I could think about was how delicious all the pigeons would be in soup. They’re so chubby.”
“2019, bought a serving of grilled noodles in Brooklyn that was horrible, so I used his pan to make a new serving, using noodles I brought over from China. Sold it for $20. I made some 50-60 servings that afternoon.”
“A thief got into my house and I locked him in the basement.”
“I got bored riding the subway and started practicing my chrysanthemum dim-mak [an ultimate technique that’s become a meme, like absent-mindedly doing a kame hame ha], and startled the shit out of the British lady next to me.”
“Just got some hot gossip. An internet friend of mine’s dad’s coworker’s son was getting married, and got in a fight with his future in-laws about the wedding. His son argued back against him on behalf of the future-in-law, and he couldn’t get over it. So while his son went to pick the bride up, and everyone else was busy with wedding preparations and no one noticed, he closed the door and hung himself in his son’s marital bedroom. Whole wedding got cancelled. The son’s favourite uncles and aunties saw all the guests off. Didn’t even hold a funeral. After he got cremated, the newly wedded couple divorced, and the son didn’t ask for his bride price back. His son’s lost all his hair now.”
Comments say, “He’d rather die than to let his son have his way, what a spoiled old man. How ridiculous.”
“You don’t even know anything about the context, and you’re already trying to rile people’s emotions up?”
“No wonder the son argued on behalf of his future FIL.”
“I know an old lady whose 7-year-old grandson is retarded. While we were chatting, she mentioned the last two times her DIL broke down. One time, it was because her grandson pooped on the bed. Of course, this wasn’t the first time. They’ve been trying to train and educate him for years. The DIL broke down crying while she was beating him, and started pulling her own hair. Another time, he screamed until 4am in the morning. He actually does this every night, but that night, her DIL lost control. She shook all over and cried while she muffled the kid in blankets. Of course, she didn’t end up killing him in the end.
I’ve met this DIL before, and she’s always very prim and proper with her son, and sounds very sophisticated. You wouldn’t be able to tell what was going on in her life at all. Like you can’t tell mentally, she’s just a bunch of broken shard glued together which put on a human shell of a disguise and is forcing herself to walk along.
The kid has some kind of chromosomal disorder, so intervention techniques won’t really help. “If only he just had autism or something,” the grandma said.
Incidentally, I’ve also heard parents of autistic kids say, “If only he had Down Syndrome.”
If you haven’t met them, you’d never imagine that parents would have such wishes for their children.
These families need a lot of help, not just financially. It’s just not fair to expect one person to keep up with this kind of demanding caretaking. Society drops all of this burden onto the caretaker, and demands that they “don’t cause any trouble to society”. And if something does happen, everyone instantly blames the caretaker, “Why didn’t you keep an eye on your retard!?” But everyone’s just watching from the sidelines. This kind of commentary is next to useless for a family like this.
If we had a sophisticated societal caretaking institution, to provide the parents with an option they can trust with when the kid’s turned of age, at least it would improve the never-ending despair and breakdowns. A professional, scientific caretaking institution could also improve the public’s concerns of how Down Syndrome people can be dangerous to society. It’s just the responsible thing to have.
But of course, whenever I talk about topics like this, there are always people who say that there’s already enough burdens on society. We have all kinds of problems that aren’t solved yet. Maybe that’s the case. I just happened to think of this old lady when I read the latest news about 136 billion RMB being embezzled.
And some people believe that they shouldn’t have to pay taxes to take care of these burdens on society. Taking care of them were always the duty of their parents.
And that’s when I’ll remember when the grandma said that when the kid was discovered to have a chromosomal problem, the whole family got checked out. The reality is, the maternal grandma’s genetics went through a pre-mutation. The mom’s was five times higher than normal people, but didn’t present with symptoms. And when it got passed down again to the next generation, the pre-mutation became a total mutation, and resulted in mental retardation and physical deformities.
Our genetics like to mutate like this. No one knows exactly what they’re passing on. Even if you’re fine and your children’s fine, no one can predict what’s going to happen in the next generation. That’s why in order to make this society better, to make everyone live easier lives, who can say that you’re not just paying tax money to make your own life a little easier?
Comments say, “I’ve read a line that left a deep impression in me. It says that if you have a retarded child or a demented old person that requires full-time long-term care from another person, then you’re basically swapping a life for a life.”
“Sort of same situation as our kid. We’re doing intervention, but we’ve basically given up on any hope for him. We’re not gonna have a second kid either. Now I’m just hoping that when I’m old, people with special family can apply for euthanasia. Or else I’d be forced to take him with me when I die.”
“All the risks of childbirth and childcare are all piled on the individual right now, and they’re still dreaming about raising the birth rate.”
“Just got home and my son isn’t home. And then, he opened the door himself and I saw that he’d brought a female classmate home.
The girl told me, “My mom’s not off work yet, can I play in your house for a while?”
I just kind of froze by the door for two seconds and went, “Oh…uh…I’ve only got single-use slippers at home….I’ll buy some slippers for you next time.”
I was so freaked out. How am I supposed to talk to female classmates of my son?? I got some coke and cookies for her and have been hiding in my room ever since. Help!”
She shows screenshots of texts with her husband, where she goes, “Oh no, she’s so cute. I have no idea what to do.”
Husband, “Look how excited your son is. He’s all flushed in the face. Hahahahaha. What are you afraid of. You’ve been dating since you were in elementary school.”
Wife: “I didn’t do it in front of my mom!! He wanted to close his door, but I didn’t let him.”
Comments say, “Geez, stop being so dramatic. Kids go over to each other’s house all the time just to have fun. You’re being a weirdo.”
“Why do you not have any idea what to do? What are you thinking in your head?”
“Kids don’t overthink half as much as adults. When I was in elementary school, I liked to walk hand in hand with my friends. One time, I walked home hand-in-hand with a boy right in front of my mom, but I just thought of him as a good friend I liked chatting with.”
“Two fun stories about American soldiers:
Story 1: During the Vietnam war, a Vietnamese soldier threw out a grenade, and an already wounded American soldier threw himself on top of it to save his whole squad. They applied for a medal for him, but it was turned down. The reason given by high command was that, “He was fatally wounded anyways, and only jumped on the grenade to give himself a quick way out.” So they refused to give out a medal.
Story 2: Also in the Vietnam War, a company was suffering great losses. After they broke through the siege, the lieutenant colonel came to the front lines. All the wounded soldiers leaned on each other as they formed a line to listen to the colonel’s speech, and he immediately began to berate, “Do you know how to fight a war or not!? If you’re this injured, how am I ever going to get promoted!?”
Stop blaming the Russians for being incomprehensible. America’s pretty incomprehensible when it wants to be too…only Americans with their natural servility could stand this sort of thing. If this happened in China or Russia, that colonel would get beaten to death by angry soldiers.”
Comments say, “Does this kind of person get shot in the back ever?” And OP replies, “American command gets shot in the back by their own men all the time.”
“What you’re typing makes me think you’re some kind of spy.”
“What a load of horseshit.”
A tiktok video of a lady walking through some scary waves, with the blogger saying, “Young women seem to have no concept of danger? I can’t believe she’s just strolling around like she’s taking a walk.”
Comments say, “The ignorant are fearless.”
“Probably thinks she really is a little fairy [derogatory term for feminist] and is invincible or some shit.”
“I didn’t get to see what I came here for.”
“A couple of days ago, I posted the gift my wife bought me when she went on a work trip: a pair of cartoon socks. The comment section was all talking about how cute they were, and how thoughtful my wife was being.
The problem is, you only got part of the information. If you knew that the picture on the left was what my wife bought for me, and the picture on the right was what my wife bought for herself as a “gift” from me, would you still think the socks were cute? Wouldn’t you feel like something was wrong?”
Comments say, “The left picture is clearly a more thoughtful gift.”
“Yeah, there’s two gifts in the left picture, and only one in the right.”
“But if you got the right pic, would you even wear it out?”
“Shenzhen is truly like some kind of computer bug for Hong Kong. Going from Hong Kong to Shenzhen is like going from western Shanghai to eastern Shanghai, but as soon as you arrive in Shenzhen, customer service instantly gets better, things instantly gets cheaper. For 700 RMB in Shenzhen, you can get yourself a five-star hotel room with breakfast included, and for 800 Hong Kong dollars, you can only feed a family of three for a single meal.
A lot of people say Hong Kong goods are higher quality. These people have probably never been to mainland and went to a Sam’s Club, or bought things on Hema [grocery delivery app].
Now, whenever it’s the weekend, hundreds of thousands of people from Hong Kong come over to shop in Shenzhen, and there’s only 7 million people total in Hong Kong.”
Comments say, “If hundreds of thousands of us go over to Hong Kong every day, they’d call us locusts.”
“Make money in Hong Kong and spend it in Shenzhen. We need to open up entertainment night again!”
“There’s more and more Hong Kong people around here even not on the weekends. I think it’s great.”
What is the Chinese word for “little fairy”? I’d be curious to know more about how this word is used derogatorily.
That woman was willing to die for a nice instagram photo