Grab your popcorn, girls. This one comes sprinkled with irony, slow-roasted in karma, and served with a side of poetic justice.

So this was when I was 22F, I matched with a 27M on Bumble. It fizzled romantically but sparked something better: a quirky, comforting friendship.

We’d catch up weekly—momos in his car, long conversations under streetlamps, unpacking politics, relationships, life. He was thoughtful, emotionally intelligent (or so I thought), and proudly called himself a “feminist.” The kind who says “respect is the bare minimum,” which honestly? Should’ve been my first red flag.

Things were great. Until one conversation flipped the entire equation.

It was during the infamous Atul Subhash case. Naturally, we dove into topics like alimony, custody, and child support.

And that’s when it happened—his inner spreadsheet emerged.

According to him, everything in a relationship must be exactly 50/50—chores, bills, effort. Even after childbirth. I gently pushed back: “But what about postpartum recovery? Breastfeeding? Healing? Shouldn’t responsibilities shift a bit when someone’s just had a whole human pulled out of their body?”

He blinked. Shrugged. “Fathers go through emotional stuff too.”

Okay.

Then came his magnum opus: “If someone fights for full custody, they shouldn’t get child support. They just want society to think they’re the better parent.”

Oh, and bonus plot twist? He said he’d prefer adoption—not out of compassion, but because biological parenting sounded like a legal liability. “At least that way, if things go wrong, no one can force me to pay child support.”

That was my cue. Exit stage left.

I let the friendship fade. Quietly. No drama. Just… distance.

And then—today—karma opened a group chat.

He messaged me out of nowhere.

His sister—married for barely a year—just had a baby. One month old.

And her life? Is a Netflix thriller waiting to happen.

Turns out, she and her husband had a “modern” marriage. Everything split strictly 50/50. Rent, groceries, even the cab to the hospital when she was in labor. Yes. She was literally contracting while being told to split an Uber.

Fast forward to last week. She finally has a moment to breathe, checks her bank app—and freezes.

Half her salary? Gone. Every. Month.

Digging deeper, she finds her husband had been silently transferring money to his own account and using her earnings to cover household expenses—while quietly saving his own. The joint account? Decorational, mostly.

And then—the grand finale.

She opens his phone. Finds months of messages with a colleague. Soft betrayal woven through texts and meeting notes. He’d been emotionally checked out for the last nine months—ironically, the same time she was growing a baby inside her.

She confronts him. He shrugs. Says she’s being “dramatic.” So she files for divorce. Seeks full custody.

And guess what Mr. Equality says?

“If she wants full custody, she doesn’t need my money.” Oh—and he wants to legally give up his rights to avoid paying support. “Let me just sign off and be done.”

I stared at my phone. His message blinking at me, like fate was winking.

This man—who once argued that emotional labor was imaginary, that women asking for support were manipulative—was now watching his own sister be emotionally wrecked, financially drained, and left to raise a baby solo.

I didn’t rant. I didn’t scream. I didn’t send a snarky meme.

I just replied: “So… remind me again how emotional labor isn’t real? And how child support is for applause?”

And then I turned on some music, sipped my tea, and thought:

Funny. He spent years trying to dodge the price of parenting. Now he’s watching someone he loves pay for it in full.

Karma doesn’t always knock, love. Sometimes it walks in, pulls out a chair, and serves your own words back to you. Cold. Unedited. With receipts.

Ladies, I don't know much about menstrual cups but 1 definitely do know that you keep a separate utensil to sterilize it for hygiene purposes. Today when I went to the kitchen I saw that my flatmate was using a saucepan we use for cooking to sterilizer her menstrual cup I felt like puking cause I have made chai and coffee in that saucepan so many times. The saucepan was a little old and I guess it has been in use before I came to the flat ( she has been living here for a year more) but if she wanted to use it for her menstrual cup she should have informed others to not use it!!!! Idc how much you clean it but this is not ittt. I lost my appetite to eat and honestly I don't know how to approach her about this. I am sooo soo angry right now. Is this valid? and how should I approach this situation. I have 2 other flatmates and I am planning to tell them too. After this I am skeptical to use any utensil in the house cause god knows for what and all it has been used for

Hey all,

Currently recovering from a heartbreak and trying my best to move on from it. Recently I had a talk with my brother and realised all these years I have let go of my positive traits and started resenting myself. I realised how the society as a whole tries to change the way we think of ourself and manipulates us to behave in a certain way.

Let's take a moment to appreciate ourselves wholly and drop in what you like about yourself?

When we can compliment the people in our life, why can't we take a moment to recognise our positive traits and give a self compliment.

I'll go first - I'm proud of my emotional nature and never give up attitude.

I’ve been on and off anxiety meds for years. The last time was over 1.5 years ago. I always believed my anxiety stemmed from growing up in a toxic household—anger, chaos, constant stress. I thought things would magically get better once I got married and moved out.

I married my partner of 12 years in Feb last year. It wasn’t easy convincing my parents, but when it finally happened, I was ecstatic.

Fast forward to now—I’ve been dealing with intense anxiety again. No clear reason, or so I thought. I brushed off the discomfort, convinced myself it wasn’t “big enough” to feel this way. I thought I was losing it… until I finally spoke to a psychiatrist.

And that 30-minute conversation changed everything.

She helped me see how I’ve been gaslit into thinking my feelings weren’t valid. Since getting married, I’ve been following rituals and traditions I don’t believe in—just to avoid conflict, to keep peace. Even when it felt like I was slowly disappearing. Every time I voiced it, I was told, “It’s normal, everyone does it. Why are you overreacting?”

But it wasn’t normal for me. And burying it for a year turned into panic attacks.

That one session made me feel heard, seen. For the first time in a long time, I felt lighter. Maybe I won’t even need medication. Because what I really needed was to be understood—without judgment.

Nothing outside has changed. But now I know I’m not crazy. I just needed someone to say, “It’s okay to feel this way.”

If you’re reading this and going through something similar—please talk to someone. Seek help. The weight you’re carrying is valid, even if the world tells you otherwise. Don’t give in to what’s been “normalised.” You deserve better. You deserve peace.

I saw someone wearing a maroon dress the other day. Solid colour, no prints, and it looked so good. I was this close to going up and asking where they got it from, but my social anxiety said, “Let’s not.”

Ever since, I’ve been on a mission scrolling through every corner of the internet but no luck. I can’t find the dress.

So… has anyone here bought a maroon dress that’s knee length, not bodycon, and doesn’t have sleeveless straps? If yes, please be an angel and drop a link. Plzzzzz I desperately need a maroon dress. 🥹

Also yes I did search on Indian fashion addicts subreddit also but no luck

Having female representation in business, politics or other high-profile careers is not enough. A lot of women at the top are misogynists themselves, no matter how educated they are. Female SC or HC judges have passed questionable judgments in rape cases. Female politicians dismiss rape cases against their own party members. The most misogynist doctor I’ve ever consulted was a female gynaecologist. The HOD of my college would routinely slut shame girls wearing ‘indecent’ clothes.

So, having female representation is not enough. We need feminists at the top - politicians, entrepreneurs, judges, professors, doctors, lawyers. Till we achieve that, we’ll remain a backward country.

Ladies, I'm feeling bored. Suggest some books, shows, movies, podcasts, or even just topics to read about that you wish you'd discovered earlier in life.

Any feel-good,funny,period drama shows recs are welcome. No murder-mystery,true crime,please!

Could be personal or professional.

So I met my gynae for my routine pregnancy checkup and she was quite shocked and judgemental when she got to know that I wasn’t working presently. Of course she doesn’t know the story -how toxic my work environment had become , I was laid off. Although I kept looking for other jobs either there was a lot of hustle or travel involved or the pay wasn’t good ( i was in a high paying role) and it didn’t make sense . I fully intend to take up a job once I deliver and I plan to get back at the same or higher package although everyone keeps saying how tough it is etc.

So m looking for some inspiration 🥹

Remember my last post about the chutney incident? Well, something happened today with the same boss, and it just confirmed everything I was feeling.

It’s Sunday, and I spent nearly 1.5 hours converting a completely disorganized text file into Excel. No consistent delimiters, just a chaotic mix of random spaces, commas, hyphens and tabs. It was tedious, time-consuming, and definitely not something you want to be dealing with on a weekend.

But I did it anyway. I have no idea why I'm unable to say no to people. I still haven't learned to say no. It was my day off, he called me, assigned me work and I started doing the work for him. Maybe because I didn't want to disappoint him cuz I'm almost done with the internship, only 40 days left and he's the one who will be signing my relieving letter and certificate if internship.

Just as I was finishing up, my boss calls me and says, “The file is converted.” I ask, “Who converted it?” He says, “I asked someone else to do it.”

He was lying I could tell.

I told him, I had been working on this for the past hour and a half, visibly on Anydesk the whole time, and that I was almost done with the file conversion. He then asked me to send him the converted file.

At that moment, it became clear he was lying. If he already had the converted file, he wouldn’t need mine.

I’ve got 40 days left in this internship. I’m not going to argue or call him out.

Hi guys!

I’m allowed to work remotely for a little bit and I was thinking of going to the mountains for two weeks in May. From what I understand, coworking spaces have come up in Mcleodganj/Dharamsala so they would the best option as a beginner. But I’m slightly concerned about where to stay as a solo female traveller. I’m okay with sharing my room too because I don’t want to do a very expensive trip, but I just need to make sure it’s safe and accessible.

I’d also like to do activities like yoga and short hikes (no big treks yet). And lastly, I need to know what the nearby medical facilities are like because of some past health issues.

If you have any recommendations or tips so I can make this trip happen, please share them below :)

Is any girl here working in niti aayog or have interned in the same? If yes pls help me with some doubts related to it.

About an hour ago, I was heading home in an auto, wearing something a bit revealing. There was this regional song stuck in my head - and when that happens, I have to listen to it. Normally, I would’ve just played it out loud, even without earphones. But then a thought hit me: what if the auto driver is from that region, hears the song, assumes I’m from there too, and decides to ‘teach me a lesson’ because of how I’m dressed?

I sometimes don’t love being a woman.

All I'm saying is I live in a hostel and I hold it in most of the times but I do try relieving myself but until my farts are short loud types that doesn't stink....I'm also a light sleeper so yeah well...today I farted myself awake and unfortunate roommate was awake....this isn't the first time I've farted myself awake, I've done this at a sleepover too 😭😭😭 I eat regular cooked hostel food, its pretty good here but idk whats causing so much flatulence only in my body

So yesterday I was talking to this woman, and she shared something really unexpected. She said she often cries during or after sex.

It wasn’t because of pain. At least not physical pain. She said it just... happens. Sometimes in the middle of deep pleasure, sometimes right after everything is over. She didn’t seem ashamed or confused just honest about it.

It really got me thinking. Has anyone else experienced this? Or maybe seen it in a partner?

Is it emotional release? Some kind of subconscious trauma? Or maybe it’s actually a response to deep intimacy, like the body letting go of something heavy? Could it even be linked to kinks or specific triggers?

I’d love to understand the psychology behind this. If you’ve been through this or been with someone who has what was going on emotionally? What triggered it?

Just genuinely curious here. No judgment at all.

So, it was my first time having to do anything with a bank at all, my parents literally said you do you , open an account yourself, we ain't helping your ass hehe... So I went.

I observed several instances of casual blatant sexism there and I was quite shocked because boys my age are generally more reserved when it comes to being outright sexist even if they are highly sexist due to fear of backlash.

But at the bank I saw a man in his 40-50s just enter and stood beside me , when the lady behind the counter asked him to go at the counter just beside that one he started shouting at her crazy saying things like "Kya aurat he , pehle merko yaha bheja ab me vaha jau" blah blah , she was very calm and respectful through it and instantly her coworker from the counter beside calls him "Arre sir aap idhr aayiye na do kadam hi toh he , me kar deta hu na" and like somehow instantly he calmed down, his whole demeanor shifted from "I am superior , I am customer" to "Okay I will listen to you" real quick. He was very rude to both the female staff there but just as the male coworker said smthng he calmed down like whatt?
Later one guy beside me , he had all his wife's documents and was handling everything for her even when she was standing just beside him, wouldn't even let her touch her own stuff saying arre ye kaam ka he while she said pls dekhne toh do , after that while the work was being done the man from behind the counter asked HIM not HER what she did while she was still present there...said, "Ye toh ghar par hi bethi he na, housewife hi hogi he na?" like whatt? excuse me? mr? wtf do you mean by 'bethi he' and 'hi hogi na'... I found that a lil weird...
A couple was standing there , the aunty was filling up forms while the uncle was carrying the 3 yr old kid....He started crying and for some reason some people had eyes on the mother of the kid and not the kid of the dad who was holding the baby especially the elderly ladies as if eyeing her to take the kid on her lap (she was doing some work and the husband repeatedly said to her that no need honey you fill the form na aaram se I will take him) , it felt weird cuz for a moment i felt that gaze (I didn;t know abt this tho and the fact this still happens) .

Increasingly I’m seeing posts suggesting that majority of Indian men are creeps/sex starved/ lack female attention/incels/eve teasers/ misogynistic etc. So I’m asking has any of you seen these traits in your own family? And what was their reaction if you confronted them?

I have a decent body, and I’m genuinely satisfied with it. But when I look at my face, it feels like it doesn’t suit me. I don’t have what people would call a traditionally feminine face. I inherited my nose from my father—it’s quite big with noticeable nostrils—and I also have large teeth, which run in my family.

I don’t like the way I look. My hair is decent, my figure is fine, and sometimes I even look pretty in selfies. But overall, I just don’t think I’m good-looking. I often feel guilty wearing feminine or beautiful things because I don’t feel “pretty enough” to pull them off.

It’s been really hard. Even when I like someone, I stop myself because I believe I look ugly. I don’t make a move, and even if someone does show interest, I chicken out. I convince myself that I’m not good enough, and eventually, they’ll leave me because of how I look.

I focus so much on my appearance, and it's exhausting. I do love myself—I really do—but I don’t genuinely like the way I look. And that’s creating a strange, painful feeling inside me. It’s not that I hate my face, but at the same time, I often feel ugly, and then I assume others must think I’m ugly too.

So I try to love myself harder because I feel like I’m the only one who can truly accept this face.

How do I get over this? Is this body dysmorphia?

I’m 23 now, and sometimes I feel like I’m too old to be crying about things like this—but here I am.

I usually don’t get painful period cramps but since last few months, due to stress my periods are delayed and hence SO PAINFUL that I have started listening to Binaural beats and subliminals to reduce my period cramps and nausea.

Idk how girlies who get cramps every month deal with it. I’m glad I’m unemployed so I don’t have to go to work with this painful cramps. My mum is mad at me because now I can’t help with navratri puja. (Wire because we are praying to a female goddess but normal female things are dirty somehow).

I’m typing this hunched over my toilet because it just feels better. The cramps are attacking my uterus and intestine at the same time and also giving me nausea. Can’t take muscle relaxers or painkillers because of GERD and heat pad is only so helpful.

I was stressed because I wasn’t getting my periods and now I’m stressed because I got my periods. It never ends. 28F.

So it’s finally happening! After months of planning and prepping we are going for our honeymoon! I’m soooo excited that I can’t even plan now properly. Can you ladies suggest me good affordable beach wear or daytime outfits? Do share the links or pics! Thank you ❤️

so I secretly bought a menstrual cup and thought it would be really fun to use it as my mom just throws a pack of pads at me and tells me to use it

I used and inserted the menstrual cup well even though it took me fu*king 20 minutes just to build a vacuum and when I did it and it's finally time to take it out as I wanna just go back to wearing a pad

It just doesn't come out... like what do I do? help me please people