Pepper Mostly

Bitch Media on Indian Matchmaking. Some of the points were raised here, so I thought I would share it. https://www.bitchmedia.org/article/indian-matchmaking-eugenics-as-entertainment?utm_content=buffer65ffa&utm_medium=social&utm_source=facebook.com&utm_campaign=buffer&fbclid=IwAR0Q9lBAYLil87_jaeIkXUaeNEZ6u0JUT9b1yKERl4ZN0U2ynDL5Myu495w

So, this was in Jezebel today. It expresses a lot of the things I've been feeling about this franchise lately. (I looked for a media thread but didn't find one, so I put it here, hope that's OK). https://themuse.jezebel.com/90-day-fiance-the-other-way-tells-a-story-of-passport-1844458876?utm_campaign=Jezebel&utm_content=1595875428&utm_medium=SocialMarketing&utm_source=facebook&fbclid=IwAR2Y7k7DFeuuT3T0ZZJHhpIXOqYOnFxQM3YLPonDvpVOphDXqz0bBuGMf9c

OK all, I'm out. I can't handle Pillow Talk any more. Molly gives me a migraine. See you all in the episode threads. And on Friday, for Love After Lockup! I love you all. Stay safe! Wear your mask!

Your relationship won't survive because Melyza can't fucking stand you, Tim. Take a hint.

WHY are they dragging this out like this? And I cannot imagine involving myself in my son's relationships in this way. Gawd.

Chicken feet, gizzards, eyeballs, raw meat, and rattlesnake pie. You know, they eat weird food in foreign lands.

you know what? I just thought "So, we'll probably never see that episode again". I am a bad person.

Thank you! Bookmarked!

And now we're going back to "I hope my Fiery Latina Spitfire can forgive me. I am sad. I wish to regain her trust and the trust of her close knit, traditional family. I wonder if they eat weird food?" BOOOOOOOORING

She does seem pretty mad that that's not an option here.

All three, she's made that very clear. And really? She's jealous of his dance partner? And now she's finding fault with his goddamn shirt. My head is exploding.

Ooh, does it help? Where do you get it?

Why didn't Elicia take the kids so they could talk privately? And wait, this "unacceptable" apartment has an upstairs?

Hahaha! I usually crank out an "ow, my leg!" more than once a day. (Shoutout to my My 600 Pound Life peeps!)

I once dated a guy named Amit. Its pronounced AM-it. Not Uh-MIT.