12/22/23 - Men are like snacks. There aren’t any truly good men, the same way there’s no truly healthy snack.
“Went to a department store today and encountered something ridiculous and even a bit scary.
I went into a Roger Vivier, and a sales agent started introducing to me how they’re a French brand, and I was like, “Nah, I’m know already, I’ve been coming here for years and I don’t care what country you’re friend.
And then she asked me if I’ve bought anything from them, and I said yes. And she was like, “What styles have you purchased?” And I was like, geez, I’ve bought so much, how am I supposed to go into it all? So I was like, “That seems like none of your business.”
And the SA was like, “Of course it’s my business. I need to know what you already have, so I know what I should recommend to you.”
I mean, this brand is basically just putting a big square on things as a decoration. Aside from the height of the heel, there’s really no different “styles” in their design.
She’s just questioning me so she can get an idea of how much money I have, or to try to goad me into spending money here to “prove myself”. But this sort of this doesn’t work on me, so I was like, “You know what, fine, I’m just gonna leave then.”
As I got to the door, I saw her and the other sales agent making fun of me. And I was like, “What are you laughing about?” And she called me oversensitive.
So I was like, “Are all sales agents sarcastic bitches like you?”
Oh wow, she flipped out.
She actually followed me all the way out of the store and down the hall, screaming at me that calling her a “sales agent” was an insult, I was shaming her. She deliberately took off her mask and got up in my face. I told her to get away from me, and she started screaming about how I was hitting her, and even called the police, saying that I was calling her names.
Guys, can you believe this sort of shit going down in Shanghai’s fanciest department stall? If I didn’t know better, I’d think I’d went into some kind of shady knockoff place and got scammed. I only figured out once I got home that she was getting up in my face, to try to make me shove her away instinctively or something, and then claim that I started it and hit me back, or sue me for money.
I checked on yelp, and found this is the sort of arrogant shit their store is known for.
I get emails from Roger Vivier all the time, trying to get me to spend money there. I went after getting an email this morning, and found myself in a lot of drama. And that woman was that store’s owner too.
As a law blogger myself, of course I picked myself right up, and went back and got myself some voice recordings as evidence. Within three hours of getting home, I’ve already filed a lawsuit against them. See you in court @RogerVivier!”
Comments say, “Reminds me of going to Pizza Hut with my classmates back in uni, and just as we were entering, a couple was walking out, and the waiter was making fun of them inside, “Why are they leaving?” “Maybe they can’t afford it”. Like, looking full of contempt. It made me really upset.”
“That’s ridiculous. I’ve only ever seen this kind of arrogant first-line sales people like 20 years ago.”
“I feel like she’s just mad she didn’t earn any money off of you.”
“A woman in a village had her husband pass away in a car crash. In less than a month, she’d hurried and aborted her 6-month-old foetus, and ran away with a few hundred thousand in compensation.
I hear that in order to keep their last bloodline, her in-laws begged her on their knees, promising that so long as she gives birth to the kid, they’ll raise it 100% and pay her another 50K, so she can go live her new life.
But she didn’t end up keeping the kid after all. Wow, she’s heartless.”
Comments say, “If she immediately leaves after having the kid, people will still badmouth her for being heartless and not sticking around.”
“Rest assured, if the baby turned out to be a girl, the in-laws will vanish in the blink of an eye.”
“Then you go have kids for them. You can provide the uterus and eggs, and we can use the FIL’s sperm and do IVF. You could even make twins and triplets, so this family can continue their lineage!”
A famous post-apocalyptic webnovel author has checked herself into a mental hospital and stopped writing lately, and this blogger apparently made a post making fun of her for not following through on her promises. Then the author wrote a long post about her abusive mother who frequently beat her for not being born a boy. And this blogger writes, “Ahhhh, I’m such an asshole! I thought she was just checking herself into a hospital for insomnia or stress or something! What the fuck is wrong with her mom!? If I had such an accomplished daughter, I’d be thanking God every day! She’s so young and she writes like a pro and makes tons of money. I’d be proud of her everywhere I went! Honestly, I always thought that it’s really creative, extraordinary people who write the best stories with the most exciting turns of events. I really hope she gets better soon and cuts off her family and lives on her own.”
Comments say, “Right? If you can’t have a son, go fucking beat yourself. It’s your own fault anyhow. Why the hell would you bully a little girl?”
“I saw your deleted weibo, and I was just about to leave a comment being like, “This isn’t funny. Checking yourself into a mental hospital is a real torture. I mean, being hospitalised in general is a real torture.” I hope everyone stays healthy and safe.”
“Oh my god, I was waiting for this story to finish so I could read it all in one go T_T”
“A fun fact:
Everyone knows that “white gloves” means laundering money. There’s a lot of “green gloves” [green being the colour of cuckoldry] in society too, you just don’t hear about it as much.
The main goal of a green glove is to give a newborn a legal ID. Some models or celebrities will get accidentally pregnant, and look for a quick beta orbiter to get married to without ever dating, usually to give their kids a legal ID, and then divorce them after a couple of years.
There’s no love, only deals.
Ideally, in the end, you get a win-win-win situation:
The man behind the woman gets a legal bastard.
The cuck here gets help with his career, a ton of money, and their company will get to hang out on the trending posts for a while.
The man behind the woman is going to keep supporting her too, so she’ll get the best resources.
The most obvious characteristics of a green glove is that they always have a kid, and the reason they give for their divorce or breakup is always that they’re never home. Sounds reasonable, right?”
The comments are full of people speculating on exactly which celebrity this OP is talking about.
“Just saw a murder case, where a super controlling mom pressured her daughter into going to medical school. Reminded me of a good friend of mine, whose mom is also a control freak, so my friend always had, like, two identities. In private, she goes to internet cafes, dates young, and meets internet friends in real life. And at home, she’s a perfect little angel.
When it came time to applying for uni, she wanted to go to a uni in a different city, and her mom wouldn’t let her. Her mom wanted her to become a nurse and stay at home. Although my friend tried resisting, she still ended up studying something nursing-related. As soon as she got her nursing license, she threw it in her mom’s face, and then went to find sweatshop work for herself. She was like, “I just wanted you to know that I could do it, but I don’t want to keep doing what you say anymore.” She married super young too, to get away from her parents’ control.
Sigh. I don’t think marriage is necessarily the best solution, but I respect her for having the will to fight back to begin with.”
“So, you’ve got to understand other countries. For example, Vietnam has just been Ctrl+V, Ctrl+V-ing all of China’s policies. Remember how China was removing English from the curriculum a while back? Vietnam copy and pasted that too. Like, they just didn’t want to bother thinking about it themselves. They’ll copy the good and the bad. Now look at how well the Vietnamese gaming industry is doing.
Then, look at India and its five oligarchs. If they want to industrialise, they have to solve the land problem, the market problem, the capital accumulation problem, etc, etc. Every time we bring up India, land reform is the topic people talk about. But can the India government really do it? They’re just not capable. So they send the oligarchs to do it. The government can’t do anything about land lords, but oligarchs have a thousand different ways of pushing landlords around. It’s like their own form of land reform. Everything has a natural predator.
Same with Argentina. The government’s just not capable of doing anything about the economy. Even when they were trying their best, they had 2000%, 3000% inflation. Since they can’t do anything about it anyways, they might as well stop trying. Maybe everything will work out on its own. It can’t really get any worse, right?
And in the Middle East, it’s a bunch of kingdoms. They’ve got their own context too. They’re all selling oil, but look at how comfy Saudi Arabia is. And then look Iraq and what a shithole it is no matter how many oil is has. Look at all the policies that America’s tried to force on Iraq—none of it works. Whose fault is it? The only thing that works in Middle East is imperial rule. What can you do about it?
Every country needs something different. You can’t shove your own ideas onto them.”
Comments say, “Vietnam is such a copycat though. I still remember that one time they posted the exact same government document with not a single word changed.”
“It’s because Vietnam is so similar to China. We’ve got more similarities than even Japan or Korea.”
“The reason China’s not teaching English anymore is because soon, we’ll have AI doing translations everywhere. What’s Vietnam gonna do? Develop their own Vietnam-English translation? Or just use Chinese?”
A blogger posts screenshots of someone else’s comment saying, “This is what I would teach my daughter if I had one. But I’m not gonna have any kids.”
The comment reads, “Actually, you can produce dopamine and oxytocin all on your own. A straight woman can’t really get much love out of heterosexual relationships, so just use men like a tool. You don’t need to dedicate a lot of emotions to it, just focus on what you require from your tool. You don’t eat for the sake of getting full. You eat so you can enjoy tasty food, and then have the energy to go on to do other stuff. You need to train yourself to change your mindset about food, and respect but don’t overindulge your appetite.
Men are like snacks. There aren’t any truly good men, the same way there’s no truly healthy snack. And filling up on it isn’t a good idea. You need to keep a close eye on your relationship with snacks—they’re never going to work out as your main source of nutrition. But it’s not like you have to cut yourself off either. So pick the healthiest snack that you can stand, and indulge yourself once in a while with tasty but unhealthy snacks, and experiment with interesting flavours that you haven’t seen before. Fighting with your appetite can become a fun game. But remember, that snacks exist to bring you pleasure. Don’t let it control you, ever.”
“I read about a psych experiment in a book, about “Behavioural Verification of Sadists.”
The researchers listed out four missions, and asked test subjects to pick one out to complete:
There’s a bug in a cup that they have to kill.
Help the researcher kill the bug.
Clean the toilet in the bathroom.
Stick their hand in ice water and withstand the pain.
In order to make the first mission more uncomfortable, the researchers even showed the test subjects the machine used to kill the bug—a modified coffee machine. It’ll make a clear crunching noise as it crushes the bugs.
In all the test subjects, 12.7% of people chose the ice water, 33.8% of people chose to clean the bathroom, 26.8% of people were willing to kill the bug themselves, and 26.7% of people were willing to help a researcher kill the bug.
And the conclusion they arrived at was that a majority of the population were sadists.
And I just came away with one question—
Have these researchers never encountered a cockroach in real life?”
Comments say, “My wimpiest and girliest of friends spent an afternoon killing pests in her garden and killed dozens by herself, no help needed.”
“You can’t call killing bugs sadism. You have to look at the precise methods. Like, once, I’ve dripped hot wax onto ticks to make “amber”. That’s not sadism. That’s justice.”
“Anyone who has cotton fields at home has killed hundreds of cotton bollworms and green worms.”
A compilation of people’s near-death experiences:
“When I was 18, I had a dream within a dream within a dream 7 layers deep, and couldn’t wake up. I had to remember the dreams I had before this to piece together clues until I finally broke the lock on the seventh layer. When I woke up, it was afternoon of the next day.”
“When I was in a self-study period in high school, I fell asleep at my desk and had a dream within a dream, and the teacher on patrol had to shake me for a solid minute before I woke up. She was so terrified that I was dead that she didn’t even scold me for it.”
“T195 train, T179 train, Wuhan bus 903 route—I’ve survived all three accidents.”
“It’s really scary. I had a dream where I was being chased by a monster, and I forced myself awake. But I was so sleepy that I fell back asleep, and she appeared right in front of my face and went, “You came back.” I was so scared I wanted to die.”
“I went to play in a river in middle school and almost drowned. But there turned out to be a buffalo in the water and he helped me out of the water by bumping me up on his back.”
“I also almost drowned as a kid, and I saw my best friend who really did drown in that river, and he pushed me up on land.”
“2008, Wenchuan earthquake, I got dug out of the building by my homeroom teacher.”
“I was in a car accident at 6 years old. I was in the middle seat of the back row, and my dad protected me perfectly. But he forgot he was also only made of flesh and blood. He’s so stingy too. It’s been decades, and I can count on one hand the number of times he’s visited me in a dream. I’ll never get over it in my life.”
“When I was a firefighter trainee, I almost died in the forest fire of Chongqing. A burnt tree fell down and almost slammed me right on my head.”
“I got drunk on Christmas Eve and walked outside in the snow all night in just a light jacket.”
“We had a gas leak and I never noticed, but just suddenly felt like going to the park that day. Then I came back and smelled the gas, and discovered the leak.”
“I was riding on someone else’s motorcycle, going 60-70km, when a car cut us off and we ended up hitting him. The bike was completely destroyed, but we only had scratches. I even spent all day doing paperwork for the guy who was slightly more injured.”
“Forgot to turn the machine off this year and almost got my hand caught in the belt. Fuck, that was scary.”