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Men, respect isn't optional!

 

Okay folks - So I came across this reel recently, and my brain straight-up paused for a second. In the video, a lady (probably channeling her inner Victorian nanny) said that in a certain religion, every man is meant to love his wife, and every wife is meant to respect her husband.


She confidently claimed, “It’s not love and love—it’s love and respect.”

Wait… what? Did Cupid open a gender-based emotion distribution center? Why is love assigned to men and respect to women like we’re picking roles in a school play?


But hold on, she wasn’t done. She asked women, “When was the last time you said, ‘I respect you’ to your man? Let him guide, mentor, and correct you… Let him be your head.”


Excuse me—my head? Ma’am, is he my professor? Or worse… a poultry bird? Because she literally added that being “submissive” means women should crave to be under a man’s wings.

Wings?? Bro, is he a chicken or what?


And I guess many of you must’ve already seen that reel. Personally, I found the whole thing ridiculous and borderline insulting. So I shared it with my friends—mostly girls—and asked for their opinions. As expected, many of them disagreed with it. In fact, they had the same expression we all have when someone puts pineapple on a dosa: pure horror and disbelief.


Now seriously, how can someone justify being submissive just because of their gender? It makes zero sense. Respect isn’t a one-sided thing. No matter the relationship—be it romantic, parental, friendship,   —love and respect should go hand in hand.


Think about it. We love our parents and respect them. Why would a romantic relationship be any different?

Love without respect is like chai without sugar.

Respect without love? A samosa with no filling.

Both are just sad.


Also, just because a line is written in a religious scripture from thousands of years ago doesn’t mean we need to follow it blindly in 2025. I mean, we’ve moved from bullock carts to bullet trains, from landlines to iPhones—so maybe our mindsets could evolve too?


And honestly, the type of men who dream about having submissive women should be labelled endangered species. Not because they’re rare, but because that mindset seriously needs to go extinct—along with floppy disks, dial-up internet, and Orkut.



To Wrap It Up:


Being in a relationship doesn’t mean giving up your voice or agency. It means sharing space, sharing power, sharing decisions—and yes, sharing fries too (non-negotiable). So folks, don’t let anyone convince you that you were born to obey. And if you truly love someone—respect them too. Because wings? They're for birds. We’re humans. We deserve equality, not feathers.


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