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Oh please. If you can’t handle a forest of carved wooden penises without clutching your pearls, maybe Haesindang isn’t for you. For the rest of us—curious adults with a pulse—South Korea’s most famously cheeky park is an invitation to enjoy, relax, giggle, and have a little fun. Life is already hard enough. The sea is rough, patriarchy is relentless, and Google Maps still lies. If a coastal village wants to honor an old legend with a few dozen unapologetic phallic sculptures, Auntie says: good for them. Let’s be honest. Most...

Spicy Auntie here, heels off, brain on, temper lightly simmering. Let’s get one thing straight before some bloke in the back mutters “technicality”: if you agree to pay for sex and then decide to do a runner, you didn’t just nick someone’s time or services — you violated their consent. Full stop. No philosophical wankery required. For years, clients who didn’t pay prostitutes hid behind a convenient fog of respectability. “It’s a civil matter.” “It’s just a business dispute.” “She should’ve known better.” Funny how the law suddenly got very...

Ignorant, ignorant men. Let’s start there, because politeness has limits and this topic has already exhausted them. The so-called “virgin cleansing myth” is not a misunderstanding, not folklore gone wrong, not a quaint cultural leftover. It is ignorance weaponised, dressed up as tradition, and aimed squarely at the bodies of women and girls. And in India, as elsewhere, it survives because too many men find it convenient to believe lies that excuse their entitlement. Let me be very clear: this myth is not about health. It is not about curing...

Spicy Auntie here, waving from the kitchen table where three generations are negotiating who used the last soy milk. Let’s talk about China’s “nesters,” or as the internet now politely calls them, full-time children, without clutching pearls or sharpening knives. First, my position is boringly clear: young sisters and brothers should fly free. Independence matters. Privacy matters. Learning how to survive on instant noodles and bad landlords matters. Every woman and man deserves the chance to build a life that is not supervised by their parents’ rice cooker. Freedom is...

Let’s stop pretending that baby abandonment in Southeast Asia is a story about “bad women.” It’s a story about bad systems, suffocating stigma, and societies that punish women for sex, pregnancy, poverty, and honesty—often all at once. When an Asian woman abandons a child, she is almost never acting out of coldness. She is acting out of fear. And that fear is carefully, patiently manufactured. In much of Southeast Asia, being a single mother is not just a life situation—it’s a social verdict. Ibu tunggal, me chưa chồng, แม่เลี้ยงเดี่ยว, unwed...