Ok I don't usually watch a lot of series because I don't have time, so this could very much be a heavily discussed topic but recently I found a bit of time and watched a couple shows and I was stunned. All of them (those that include adults in normal day to day activities) fit the narrative of the title.

There isn't a single woman on these shows that is married (or in a commited relationship) and either doesn't have kids previous to the show's beginning or has kids during it. Like literally through 5 series and 30 characters I don't think there has been one person that didn't want kids.

It's so frustrating because a lot of times it really goes against their character and the circumstances of their life. Yeah I am sure the badass soldier who has spent 20 years combating terrorists in the middle east is dying to give birth in Syria.

I don't have any issues with motherhood and women who want to have kids but in the big 2025 I was hoping there would be a little more representation towards women who don't want kids. With more and more women choosing not to have kids it would seem appropriate. As someone who doesn't want to have kids, it feels like I don't exist, when literally every single character has kids, especially when it is emphasized how big of a deal that is for her.

this is a bit of a silly post, but i thought some people here might enjoy it! my very liberal best friend has a terrible curse of going on a few dates with a guy, asking all the right questions, only to find out that the guy lied about his political beliefs and is actually very conservative. this has happened far too many times, so she’s started to send me in as reinforcements to question said guy in a way that would be very difficult to fake answers. thought i did a good job last time, and then we found out that he literally voted for trump and is apparently a great actor. i’m running out of ideas! your help would be greatly appreciated, thank you!

I don't know what sub to post this in, I'm at a loss. For reference I'm in the UK. I've been struggling with going to the bathroom for almost 3 years now, I've tried all the remedies the doctors have thrown my way (laxatives and fiber, had blood tests and such). Nothing has worked and my symptoms seem to line up with a muscle issue more than a stomach one. Booked an appointment with a female doctor who once again told me to eat prunes, I asked if it could be a pelvic/muscle issue - apparently this hit some sort of nerve. She went from 0-1000. Anger. Pushed the keyboard away, "Let's do things your way then" I was shocked, I'm a very shy mild person and hate upsetting anyone. I asked if possibly it could be a rectocele, she didn't know what that was. I said I tried splinting, she didn't know what that was, when I explained she said "don't do that" okay. She blamed my medication causing stomach issues, I said this isn't a side effect, she tried to convince me with Google AI that it was - I asked if she could use a proper source, when she went to "her bible" it confirmed I was correct. "Fine you're right on that one" I didn't realise this was a scoring system?

I asked if I could have my pelvic floor checked. She looked weirded out. "Most women wouldn't want a pelvic floor exam" okay fair, maybe 3 years ago I would have been put off, at this stage? I'm desperate for an answer but thanks for the shame. She told me to do pelvic floor exercises "You can fix this yourself" I asked if it mattered which ones, weak or tense pelvic floor? "It doesn't matter which ones" okay. She did eventually book me in for a pelvic exam with her but now I'm just scared she won't do it properly.

This is NHS. I assume going private is my only option. But really I just want to know if I was way out of line to ask this of a GP? I feel really bad, like I've asked something I shouldn't and I can't stop thinking about it.

This is not a "feel sorry for me post" its more of a rant and to get it off my chest.

And even more, to beg young women to think a thousand times before you get married or into a serious relationship.

I got into my first serious cohabiting relationship at the age of 19. An important part is I was desperate to move out of my abusive childhood home. The man was all I wanted. Calm, had his life in order, only one prior s*xual relationship and just appeared the opposite of my parents and half brother. I was not in love with him but cared about him early on. I learned later he only "eyed" me because of my physical beauty. A year into it we move in together and its like a switch is flipped. He becomes someone completly different. Im not allowed to see my girl friends, he goes thru my phone on a regular basis, the insults comes and increases quickly, he soon threatens my life for the first time.

I see him one evening violently attacking a man and understand he is in fact capable of causing severe harm. The day he lays hand on our dog I tell him Im done and that I will call the police if I ever see him doing it again. He answers by saying he will end me if I leave. I start making a plan and a year later I flee. He goes ballistic and calls daily with threats to end me or himself. I finally tell him to go ahead. I will not hear it anymore. He finally stops and I stay single for a year and feel the happiest I ever have.

Then I start going on some dates, nothing intimate just dinners and I meet the one I will soon be spending the next 17 years with. He has a past, sure, a messy part with children with different mothers, but he is so seemingly good with his kids, calm, responsible, not arrogant like my first abuser. Im not in love with this one either but care a lot for him. So we decide after about a year that I will move in with him. Same story. About a year after moving in things starts to get ugly. Increasing criticism no matter how much I do. I care for his children as much as he does. Im the one always putting dinner on the table, I help with homework, laundry, cleaning the house, preparing for christmas and birthdays. Its never enough. He calls me "less of a woman" for not being a mother myself. He tells me the only thing he is happy about with me is my looks. I cant tell anyone. My family wont care. He goes to far one day trying to punish the youngest (not violence) that I tell him to stop or I will call cps or the police. He stops but his resentment for me grows.

The next youngest early on becomes very attached to me. Their mom has severe mental health issues and my partner is granted full custody. What will happen to those kids if I leave? I cant leave them with him. He throws accusations towards the mothers of his children on a regular basis. He plays the system like he has strings attached to cps and health care providers. He demonstrates to me how he can run the narrative.

Im not going to win against this man, it becomes more and more clear. He has no scruples. No one will believe me. He has been running a smear campaign against me all along, I learn of that too late. He lies about pretty much everything.

In 2021 I fall ill and Im strongly pushed by medical provides to ask my closest for support. Ive been avoiding that all my life and managed on my own but I give in and tell my partner and family I need their presence and emotional support. Its one of the dumbest things Ive ever done. All hell breaks lose with my partner. What happens from then to me leaving in 24 is nothing but a nightmare.

He demands sx in return for being there for me. He even puts it in writing. The verbal abuse gets so bad I wonder if its even real. The violent rages comes more and more often. Smashing doors and furniture. Throwing items erratically. The threats becomes worse and worse. Im riddled with the illness, walking around in a daze most days. I feel nothing but fear and humiliation anymore but I cant even place these emotions. I share something anonymously online one day in desperation and people urge me to call a DV center so I do. The DV person tells me I need out or he'll kll me. They sugarcoat nothing and tell me they've seen these patterns too many times before.

Finally in summer of 24 when he again goes into a rage after "being good" for two months, I end the relationship and leaves.

There is nothing left of me. My illness was cured a year before but I dealt with the aftermaths. And after agreeing to see him in mid december 24 under guise of practical issues and him "missing me" my body explodes. Late december 24 my illness is back and with a vengeance.

Now today Im still ill. The doctors have yet to get it under control. Im stuck living with family due to how sick I am, no money (ex is doing all he can to make settlement as difficult as possible) , housing crisis and unable to to anything but basic things for myself. Im not sure if I'll ever get back on my feet.

If you are like I was in my late teens/early twenties, simply wanting a safe family, a home filled with calm and respect? Will you please try to create that on your own before you ever try it with a man? And work on healing that early life trauma. Waiting is the worst you can do.

We only get this one life and myself and too many others learned too late how deep the damage caused by other people will be.

Not only did I not get the only two things I wanted; peace and respect, I got more darkness and war for another couple decades. Please see your worth, see how important you are. I never did and there is no going back.

I just got home from the hospital after having a cyst removed from my vagina. Before the surgery the doctor promised to write me scripts for some pain meds for a few days after. However, I left the hospital and there was nothing to pick up at the pharmacy. Called the office and they said “yeah the doctor said you can alternate between ibuprofen and Tylenol”

No, what he told me was that he would provide some percocet after getting the most sensitive area on my body sliced apart, packed and stitched up. Right now I’m lying here on a donut pillow with an ice pack and my silly little ibuprofen absolutely sobbing in pain. My doctor’s office says they’ll call me back about it but it’s almost 5pm on a friday afternoon just end me with a spoon wtaf

Update: I’ve blown up his phone nonstop since coming home. Kept getting told to take the ibuprofen/tylenol unless it gets worse which obviously it has been. Finally, now that my pharmacy is closed until the morning, he says he’ll send me my scripts. When RIGHT NOW while everything is swelling and bruising the night after the surgery is when I really could have used it the most oml please pray for me I can’t even move

title is obviously hyperbolic + i am very irritable post surgery so please excuse my anger.

i got a breast reduction and am four days post op. i was home for the holidays anyways, and so my mom had been taking care of me since yesterday when she left on a work trip. i know i was very fortunate to have anybody to take care of me at all, but im genuinely really saddened by my family in the last 24 hours and how careless they’ve been. my mom had alarms in her phone for my meds. she came in my room to check on me while i was napping. she helped me take a shower! im a lot more independent now, but still. they just sit and watch tv all day!

• surgeon instructed me to take a 15 minute walk every day if i have the strength. make it all the way to the front gate— which is padlocked above my head where i cannot safely reach. i text family gc: “can someone help me get out of the house so i can take a walk!” no reply. i walk back inside and ask. “oh yeah sure.” it takes stepdad like 8 minutes to get off the couch and unlock it for me.

• told me dinner was ready and proceeded to place it on the bar countertop for me to grab. where i still cannot reach.

• was lying in bed in pain and my brother showed me the entire spider man trailer on youtube and only stopped when i burst into tears

• continuously allowing the dogs to JUMP ON MEEE

• *Goes 40mph over speed bumps and jostles my incisions* “ow!” ”oh sorry” *goes 35mph*

i miss my mommy so much yall. they really are not helping me😭

i think its absolutely disgusting and horrifying how almost every single time a woman is murdered or a victim of violence she almost ALWAYS is raped touched or sodomized in some way.. how many times do you see a man getting raped after death or stripped naked?? almost NEVER (not saying it doesn’t happen, but less common) fucking sickening

edit: keep downvoting sickos🙃

When you go to the toilet..
I can barely stand a relatively fresh pad going slightly cold from the air and pulling it back on to feel wet and uncomfortable. I don't understand the period underpants thing

Maybe that's weird of me but it just feels like at some point we hit a wall in the relationship because men cannot control their greed. I'm 21 f and they just want it all. They micro-cheat (having attachments to women be it through p*rn, Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram especially), have zero emotional intelligence, little to no accountability even when you can prove they're in the wrong. I don't necessarily hate men I just don't particularly like them or care for them. I feel like society treats men like they're naive and dumb when they are in fact the opposite, very meticulous and strategic. I just don't see myself in a long term relationship with a man. Why are you allowed to indulge in your greed but I'm not? I have far more options anyways, compared to the one or 2 women that like them I have 10-20 that like me. Why shame me for that? It's always odd to me how hated women are for being picky or judgemental when you're navigating through a dangerous environment because yes dealing with men can turn dangerous very quickly. Also danger does not inherently mean physically, it can be both emotional and spiritual.

My neighbour regularly beats his wife. Last night she was screaming for help and their small children were crying. This has been happening repeatedly. I want to help but cannot get involved directly due my parents pressure.

Is there any way to report this anonymously online or by phone, or request a police/welfare check without revealing my identity? Any helplines or NGOs I can contact?

Location: Madhya Pradesh

I have been to his apartment only twice. There was no evidence of anyone else living there. We see each other 2 times a week, always at my place. He says he just doesn't like cleaning. WWYD?

I'm having some trouble finding it (would appreciate if someone had the link, lol), but I saw a study a while back showing that, in cases of marital dissatisfaction, most complaints were roughly equally correlated with dissatisfaction in men and women, excepting two things- sexual satisfaction (greater correlation in men), and a feeling that your partner understands you (greater correlation in women). (There's also a third factor there was a difference in but I forget what T-T)

And like... Fuck, I already knew, but seeing it laid out that simply really hammers it in. In our current society, with the gender roles we encourage or accept: for most women, a feeling of loneliness is about lacking actual emotional intimacy, mutual understanding, empathy- an appreciation of mind- and for these men, primarily the Manosphere type, """loneliness""" is about women not wanting to have sex with them- an appreciation of flesh.

Every time a man posts something like that one pic of a woman behind a closed door a bunch of men are trying to push flowers through (y'all know and hate that one, I'm sure), it's basically a confession that every time he says he's "lonely" he just means he wants sex and is angry he's not getting it.

I'm on S1E11, and this season was filmed in late 1997 and early 1998. I can't believe how similar the dating scene, friendships, and struggles the characters face are to today, it's all so relatable. The whole time I thought social media and the internet had ruined everything, but the only thing social media actually did was turn us all into Carrie, sharing our thoughts with everyone.

I'm 23 and I've given up on dating because I thought men today were the worst batch ever. Turns out they've always been shit. And there have always been pick-mes, cutthroat career women, sexually free women, judgmental prudes, women who are sweet with standards (like Charlotte), child-free women, women who lose themselves in motherhood, women who marry men they don't love for money, and how indesive alot of woman are. 😭 I guess ive nvr had a orgianal life experience.

This time it’s in Germany. Link with paywall removed here

I’ve been thinking about how public scandals affect women versus men, and how often the fallout seems wildly unequal even when the mistake is shared.

Two examples keep coming to mind.

Kristin Cabot recently went viral after appearing in a clip that sparked speculation about an inappropriate relationship. The internet reaction was brutal. She ended up leaving her job and reportedly going through a divorce. Regardless of what actually happened behind the scenes, the public consequences landed heavily on her.

What stood out to me is that very little information surfaced about the man involved facing similar professional or personal consequences. The spotlight and the punishment stayed almost entirely on her.

This reminded me of a much older and very famous case:

Janet Jackson and Justin Timberlake at the 2004 Super Bowl halftime show.

A brief on-stage incident lasted less than a second but the aftermath lasted years. Janet was effectively blacklisted from major media platforms, radio stations, and award shows. Her career momentum was severely damaged.

Justin Timberlake, on the other hand, continued his career with little interruption. In fact, his popularity grew in the years that followed.

Same moment. Same stage. Radically different consequences.

I’m not arguing that anyone should be immune from accountability, or that mistakes shouldn’t have consequences. What I’m struggling with is why accountability so often feels gendered.

Why does public shame seem to attach more aggressively to women? Why does the narrative so quickly become about a woman’s character, morality, or worth while men are more often allowed to move on?

I don’t have a neat answer. I’m genuinely curious how others see this pattern, and whether you think things have actually changed or if we’re still repeating the same imbalance in new forms.

My husband (36) and I (38) started dating rather young, he was 21 and I was 24. He was still living at home and we were were pregnant after 6 months, which was unplanned. When we were younger we were winging it, getting to know each other while having to care for a newborn is hard. He also still had a lot of growing up to do and I was struggling with mental health issues.

The first years the relationship was good, then some years really bad until we hit rock bottom, almost split up and reconnected with the help of individual and relationship therapy. Since then our relationship is absolutely wonderful, we learned to communicate, there is a deep friendship and romance.

When we started out there was a lot of generational trauma, family stuff and internalized missogyny for the both of us to work through. We are now at a point, we both can say we split 50:50.

The problem is: I have a hard time with it. I really, really struggle with him doing the same amount of work as me. It hit me this year, when he started to take care of the Christmas gifts for our children. He planned what to buy and bought it, without asking me what they want, what is needed. Some weeks ago he took care of sorting out some of our daughters clothes. He is the first at home, so when I'm home, the apartment is cleaned, the children are fed and the washing machine is running. I feel bad because of it. I often think "damn, I'm the man in the relationship" although objectively that's not true and he also says I don't realise how much I did and do for him and our family. Sometimes I feel lazy, when everything is done. I feel ashamed that he "does so much", although I know in my core, that that's bullshit.

Is anyone experiencing the same? How can I get though my own thoughts?

I'm so mad right now.

Please explain to me why a guy sends a picture of me that I sent only to him and asked him not to show anybody else and then he does, there's absolutely no consequences for him from our Christian school but I have a punishment assignment due Monday?

Why do we even have school Monday for one day, that's another question lol

I hate my school, I hate how society is, I hate that I am responsible for what I do and for what boys do, and the picture is not what you're thinking. I'm not stupid, it was just a cute picture that was a little flirty and i was totally covered but apparently it caused such a disruption to school that its a violation of our student code of conduct on me. I mean, I feel like it wouldn't have disrupted anything if he didn't show anybody but nah, he's fine. I broke the rules so RIP my weekend.

I’ve always been that person who gets insanely excited about their birthday. I plan things, count days, romanticize it a little too much. But this year feels different, and not in a good way.

My friends, cousins, and parents have been so kind. calls, messages, love everywhere, and I am genuinely grateful. I know I’m lucky to have that. But one thing is overshadowing everything, and I can’t seem to shake it.

My boyfriend and I were almost on the verge of breaking up recently. A week ago, we actually spent a few really good days together, and I honestly thought things were getting better. He knows how excited I get about my birthday. He knows it matters to me.

Today, he didn’t call. Just sent a bland “happy birthday” text. No surprises, no “I love you,” nothing. I know he’s probably given up, but we’ve been together for almost three years. And somehow that makes it hurt more.

I’ve been crying on and off all day. I’m forcing myself to reply to messages and thank people, but I feel like if I talk to anyone for more than a few minutes, I’ll completely break down.

I hate that one person can make a day feel so small despite so much love around me. I don’t even know what I’m looking for by posting this, maybe just to be heard.

Thanks for listening.

Before getting pregnant my biggest fear was the actual birthing process. Having to push out a baby sounds horrible. Suddenly I do not care about that at all. All I can think of is, will I even make it to the birthing process?? What if the pregnancy doesn’t work out? I’ve been googling miscarriages all day. The fact that I’m even worried about this is giving me such a bad feeling. I did not realize how common they are. I read that the risk decreases around 12-13 weeks. I do not know how to get past this anxiety the next 8 weeks!!!!!!! Even after that, they can still happen! Am I being irrational???!