what i assume bajrang dal group chats are like

“If I hit on single women, my competition is every guy in the world. If I hit on taken ones it's one guy."

That girl in the video ain't complaining about oppression. She's complaining about SILENCE. She says: No one cares. No one asks. No one complains. Everyone just... left. Well, no wonder. For ten years we told men: Don't ask where she is going, that's controlling. Don't ask who she is with, that's insecurity. Don't tell her to be careful, that's patriarchy. Don't complain if she comes home at 4 am, that's toxic. And the men listened. Lord, how they listened. So now when she goes out at 11 pm, nobody asks. When she stays out till 4 am, nobody calls. When she moves to another city, nobody says "Don't go." When she has an accident, nobody rushes. They just say: "You're strong. You'll handle it." She got exactly what she prayed for. Total freedom. And total freedom sounds an awful lot like total abandonment when you are crying alone at night. That silence in her life is not an accident. It is the invoice. You ordered "Don't interfere in my life" and the universe delivered. The men stepped back. The family stepped back. Everybody stepped back. Now she stands in a big, empty, quiet room called Independence and wonders why it feels so cold. Let me tell you a fact this world has tried to paint over with slogans: A woman never feels loved by a man who says "Do whatever you want." She feels loved by a man who says "I don't like that idea, because I worry about you." Complaint is not control. Jealousy, in small, honest doses, is not possession. It is proof that you still matter enough for someone to be bothered. When a man stops complaining, he hasn't become enlightened. He has become indifferent. When he stops asking, he hasn't become respectful. He has checked out. Shalini wanted a husband who wouldn't question her choices. She got a man who doesn't care about her choices. There is a difference between a man who trusts you and a man who just doesn't think about you at all. One is love. The other is room service. That girl in the video is sad because she finally understands the oldest con game in the world: They told her being cared for was a cage, and being left alone was freedom. Now she is free, and she would give anything to be caged again by someone who loves her enough to say, "Where were you? I was worried sick." You can be a strong, independent woman who earns her own bread and wears what she wants. Nobody sane ever had a problem with that. But don't you ever fool yourself into thinking you don't want a man who will stand at the door at 4 am, not to scold you, but because he couldn't sleep till you were home safe. That ain't anti-feminism. That's just being a woman with a beating heart instead of a bumper sticker.