sunnah somewhere.

in some cultures it must be considered polite to inform people when you have fantasised about them. probably anonymously. won't you want to know? hello, thank you for the version of you that you have left dancing in my head, it's been good times. will you take cash or kind?

chinese new year isn't part of any such culture. it is also way too intense. i have subwoofs for relatives, from ages 5 to 73.

"when will you treat me to drinks?!", screeched 2nd grandaunt (er jiu mu, if i'm not wrong), meaning, "when are you getting married?!"

"tell me again, tell me again, TELL ME AGAAAAAIN", screeched one of twins, having gotten twice as loud with each of his 5 birthdays. okay okay, i say. you are too cute. the monster won't eat cute.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT REMOTE! AND DON'T EAT IT!!", screeched 'uncle' at his kid. fatherhood doesn't seem to be equally kind, sometimes it taps some of the dudes into their motherly sides instead.

In those enlightened cultures, i bet there'd less anorexia and impotency and tummy control underwear and red lights on and fat asses and fights, because i bet knowing you're attractive would soothe most women problems and appease all manly egos.