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Spicy Auntie here, adjusting her chili-pepper necklace and picking up the controller with one eyebrow already raised. Let’s talk about sexism in gaming in China, because apparently nobody else at the table wants to spill this particular tea. China has the biggest gaming market on Earth. Bigger than Hollywood, bigger than K-pop fandoms, bigger than your nephew’s esports dreams. And yet, somehow, many Chinese games still behave as if women are a decorative side quest. Concubines to collect. Waifus to upgrade. Cute assistants who giggle, obey, and exist mainly to...

Ah, chivalry. That old, shiny word that gets pulled out every time a dating argument in Singapore runs out of steam. Like a vintage handbag, everyone wants it on the table, but nobody agrees how much it’s worth or who should be carrying it. Let me be clear, darling: chivalry is not a receipt. It’s not a compulsory surcharge added to dinner, and it’s definitely not proof of moral superiority. If you think paying for laksa means you’ve single-handedly upheld civilisation, please sit down. But if you think insisting on...

My heart is bleeding. My mind is raging. And honestly, I am tired of pretending this is complicated. Children living with HIV in Indonesia are not statistics, not “cases,” not moral lessons. They are children. Full stop. They did not choose this virus, they did not “misbehave,” they did not sin, they did not fail at anything except being born into a society that still prefers fear over facts and silence over responsibility. And every time I read about them being hidden, excluded, whispered about, or quietly shuffled into shelters...

Celibacy? Please. Let’s stop pretending it’s some kind of magical moral superpower. Spicy Auntie has lived long enough, loved enough, and watched enough institutions crumble to tell you this: celibacy rarely works, especially when it’s imposed, idealised, and wrapped in centuries of male privilege. Human beings are not monks by default, and testosterone does not dissolve just because you put on an orange robe and shave your head. Pretending otherwise isn’t spiritual purity; it’s collective denial. Now, before the usual chorus starts clutching pearls, let me be clear. This is...

Oh, Auntie knows what some of you are thinking. “Words don’t hurt anyone. This is just language. Lighten up.” Darling, if words didn’t matter, entire industries wouldn’t be built around controlling them. Propaganda ministries, PR firms, brand consultants, spin doctors—apparently language is only “harmless” when women complain about it. What really interests Auntie is not the insults themselves. Every culture has crude words. What’s special here is the system. Japanese sexist language isn’t random abuse; it’s a beautifully ordered filing cabinet. One drawer for age, one for sex, one for...