Happy Birthday to me

Happy Birthday 🥳 to me

http://cii.gov.pk/publications/h.report.pdf revised in 2006 as Women’s protection bill still anti-women. 

DNA evidence makes dependants/co-residents easier to frame. DNA evidence is very easy to plant.

https://edition.cnn.com/2018/06/25/health/india-dangerous-country-women-survey-intl/index.html 

India is the most dangerous because even though laws are in place, like in Pakistan rich people are above the law and the rest of us are deprived of justice. 

Pakistan is the 6th most dangerous country for women (Also the 6th most populated country in the world, so I’m guessing that plays a part in this), and the US is number 10; the UK isn’t in the top ten. 

https://www.pakistantoday.com.pk/2019/10/11/man-gets-8-year-in-prison-for-uploading-compromising-photos-of-ex-fiancee/    

Citation: “The accused called her to his home and sexually assaulted her and during that, he also captured compromising photos of her.” 

It’s nonsensical because by Pakistan’s absurd and misogynist laws the woman was at fault for allowing her fiancé not husband to take compromising photos of her in the first place, without a nikkah he was a namehram, don’t get me wrong I’m glad justice was served but would be nice to see the law revised to make some semblance of sense too.

Citation:

“Think Rachel is extremely unfair to Amy. And should not have interfered when Amy was getting married. 

And she was really immature and selfish when she ran out on her cheating groom to be in her wedding dress and just turned up at Monica’s Manhattan apartment and then the coffee shop without any prior warning. 

And there was no indication that Monica who she didn’t even invite to her wedding would even take her in as Charitably as Mon did. 

Amy is a beautiful, smart person, who is practical, social, weirdly always in a relationship with a kind of sugar daddy... and it would have been good for her to settle down with the old man, the only man she agreed to marry, who wasn’t already married to someone else. But instead she’s stuck being flitted about, wasted, in relationships that definitely won’t last. 

Her screenplay idea was uptown girls. 

Rachel’s just lucky Ross and Monica were there to take care of her.

Amy mostly takes care of herself. 

Rachel is never supportive, always shoots down Amy’s ideas and puts her down and it’s obvious Amy’s the taller, prettier, more attractive and gifted sister. The other one was spoilt, Amy’s bitter and for good reason.

Rachel is nothing but mean to her and it is because she is jealous. 

And what is so wrong with aspiring to be Erin Brockovich.

Joey rides on Chandler’s coattails

Rachel on the Gellars’

Monica on her Grandmother’s

She magically became a restaurant chef after writing a very detailed bad review even though she has no formal cooking training or anything. 

I wonder if I can do that with the perfect crispy turmeric parhata

Not really, Rachel should not have interfered.

No Rachel just randomly turned up at Monica’s after she didn’t even invite Monica to her wedding. And she ran out on her wedding because was making out with her friend. 

Maybe Myron was Amy’s soulmate? That dialogue is so ageist controlling and a complete stream roller over Amy’s boundaries. Who Amy marries, what she does with her life is her business, not Rachel’s, and I don’t think Amy ever approved of Ross so why does Rachel act like she gets to decide Myron isn’t Amy’s soulmate. That too without ever even meeting Myron. 

Amy was worried about the age difference and Rachel, instead of giving Myron a chance, asking to meet him, figuring out whether the 2 of them are really good for each other. Rachel played to Amy’s commitment phobia or anxiety. 

Richard and Monica were a pretty great pair. 

And she should have married Myron for financial security, support and so on. 

And who knows maybe Myron was Amy Greene’s soulmate? 

We don’t even know him” 

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The other blurred aspect of this montage. 

Why not legible once posted; Facebook?

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/mar/08/fight-womens-rights-former-ussr-post-soviet-states

The reason why every other stripper, i.e sexy Eastern European woman is trying to get out of the former USSR by landing a rich pimp of a man, from a country where women have basic human rights. 

Also why sex slaves(phone/internet/porn/strippers/prostitutes) usually have Russian names like Nadia or Sabina or Maria or very rarely Olga.

Bob Saget: And that’s your very very very  late reaction to, “Really Nadia’s a muzzlin’ name? ‘Cos I didn’t know half the strippers, sorry Eastern European strippers on the planet were Moz limb” 

N: I made a fair point, why would any children of mine,  have the most Jewish names ever, I mean Joshua and Reuben? And in retrospect I’m pretty sure you’re going to have those children with your bleached silicone pumped 40 yr bigamy bimbo KR.

It’s my 34th birthday and I feel like the biggest schmuck ever. You and Sherri have my ID photocopies, my signatures, a pair of intact cheap glass bangles. Ugh.

I was a 26 yr old, suicidal gaslighted incestuous daddy rape survivor, the resident designated scapegoat to a family of narcissistic sociopaths and you, psychic you and your US attorney upper east side native ex-wife just like, took advantage. ..

BS: Hey that’s not fair. Now ur a 34 yr old all of those things....

I gave you my Rolex, my Cali issued driver’s license or a copy of it with my SSN and my birth time 20:02 the palindrome, which you publicly shared on the internet via astrotheme, ms. “Email from family”, recited a Hebrew wedding prayer while we stomped on glass, let you convert me; 

NS: U lie for a living, you both do, and you predicted that I would lose everything you gave me. You knew what my sisters would do. You knew I would lose your “insured” Rolex, your whatever, u knew. 

And there’s the Othello syndrome hovering over my head WTH? 

BS: I saved your life. 

NS: I admit that you are the reason I breathe, but.... You gave every other abusive predator psychopath an excuse to gaslight, harass me, and trample all over whatever modicum of rights I can ever boast of having.