Tag:inter-faith marriage

Let’s get one thing straight—because clearly some folks in Maguindanao del Sur are struggling with the concept. The shame is not on the LGBTQ couples who were dragged from their homes like fugitives of love. The shame is on you, the self-appointed moral police, the barangay bigots with too much power and too little constitutional reading comprehension. Yes, Auntie said it. And I’ll say it again louder for those in the back: the shame is on you. Because in case anyone forgot, the Philippine Constitution—that dusty little document you love...

Oh, darling, don’t get me started on this tired old excuse that inter-faith marriage threatens social harmony. If I had a chili pepper for every time a politician or religious uncle used that line, I’d have enough sambal to feed all of Java. The idea that two consenting adults loving each other is somehow the spark that will set society on fire—please! If anything, Indonesia’s streets are far more endangered by potholes, corruption, and bad air quality than by a Javanese Muslim marrying a Balinese Hindu. Let Auntie spell it...

Gather round, because Auntie is in full volcanic mode today. The Taliban—yes, those criminal overlords of patriarchy—have outdone even their own monstrous record. Just when you think they’ve reached the peak of misogyny, they shovel deeper, proudly digging a new basement under hell. Banning women from hospitals unless wrapped in a burqa? Forcing female doctors—healers, saviours, the backbone of Afghan health care—to hide under a suffocating cloth cage just to enter their own workplace? This is not governance. This is gender-based sadism dressed up as “virtue.” Let’s be clear: these...

Every time I hear someone scolding a young Cambodian couple for “waiting too long” to have children, I want to take a deep breath, sip my iced coffee, and ask: what is this obsession with making babies as soon as the wedding drums stop echoing? As if life were a conveyor belt — marry, reproduce, repeat. Please. Auntie knows better, and so do today’s young couples. Let’s start with a simple fact that all those loud aunties and uncles conveniently forget: Cambodia is already one of the youngest countries in...

Oh, my dazzling darlings, let Spicy Auntie tell you something: Indian queer teens are not just survivors—they’re strategic geniuses, digital warriors, and full-blown partisans of Pride. You think the French Resistance was clever? Try navigating school corridors full of moral policing, WhatsApp family groups bursting with unsolicited sanskari (traditional) wisdom, and an internet eager to betray your secrets. And yet these kids—OUR kids—are building entire underground kingdoms out of emojis, private stories, and secret Finstas that would make any intelligence agency sweat. I mean, do you see what they’re doing?...