The Epidemic
Men are simple, intuitive creatures at their core.
They prefer clear inputs yielding clear outputs over complicated mind games or push-pull tactics.
In other words, give them a definite reward for their actions, and they'll surpass their limits, unleashing 200% effort.
If his wife asks him to clean the house and promises gaming time after, he'll finish faster than imaginable. Ask without reward, and it's half-assed. But too often, even after mission accomplished, no gaming time—subtle hints like "Play with me" instead.
Men don't ask for grand gestures from women.
A bright smile for carrying heavy bags, a warm "thank you" for holding the door, or the respect and recognition as family provider.
Those tiny reactions turn men into warriors ready for battle.
But Korea's twisted culture was brutal to these simple beings.
Favors became entitlements, consideration turned into obligations.
Lives without rewards, efforts unrecognized—Korean men were slowly wearing down.
Yet the young men who crossed to Berkeley, America, were now reeling from culture shock.
"No fucking way, is this for real?"
A young man who came to America muttered blankly.
All he'd done was hold the door at the mart for a white woman loaded with bags and wait a moment.
In Korea, she'd have ignored him and breezed past.
But here? Different story.
"Oh my God! What a gentleman! Thank you so much!"
She set down her bags, locked eyes, and beamed an overly bright smile of gratitude.
That rich Western reaction? It ignited the parched hearts of Korean men starved for praise and recognition.
A world showering rewards for actions.
After Korean women who stayed stone-faced or gave "So what?" looks no matter what, America—thanking for the smallest kindness—felt like a whole new world.
They say there's no cure for bitchiness. But damn, why bitch at me?
I was habitually scrolling Korean communities.
Daily routine.
Body in America, but Korean soul—mornings start with a quick skim of the main gallery, hopping sites for "What's the fun drama today?"
But today felt off.
Suddenly, femcel communities were holding a people's trial on me.
Cowardly femcels eating facts when called out.
The gist was obvious.
'Hand over women's quotas.'
'Why let men hog the honey? Let us in.'
Absurd, you crazy bitches.
I'm hiring who I need with my money at my business—wtf are you yapping from the other side of the planet?
Swiping through my phone, nothing but hate for me.
"Hmm... Do these chicks have pull? Group chat or something?"
At first, just "Fun issue, lol" and scroll past.
Ignore and done.
But they crossed the line.
Invading Lily's SNS, shitting posts.
I suggested SNS to Lily to build her public love.
But roaches like these crawling in?
Of course, Lily stays out of my business.
Outside matters are mine; we respect boundaries—that's our rule.
But the grudge of them barking shit at Lily lingered.
'Fine, you want opportunity? Here.'
I smirked bitterly, logging into the stock gallery.
Started typing.
Second Recruitment Notice (Business Expansion)
1. Physically healthy.
2. Military service completed.
3. Gender irrelevant (men/women welcome).
They bitched so much, adding women this time. But military discharge mandatory. No service? No apply. Wanna work? Serve first~
Hit enter—reactions exploded.
For men, 'military discharge' was baseline.
Korea's a forced-labor dragnet snatching even disabled-level guys for public service.
Hell, stats show Korea's conscription rate beats WWII levels.
If a woman served? I'd hire her for real.
Proven discipline, fitness—prime talent.
But these haters? Served? Lol no.
I cackled at the replies.
I posted 'gender irrelevant.'
Applicants meet conditions, right?
Like certs or TOEIC for jobs—build your specs on your time.
Mine? Just 'military discharge.'
"Hurt? Serve then."
My post got screenshotted, spreading everywhere.
Bet their side's clutching necks, blood pressure popping.
Cherry-picking.
Picking sweet cherries, ignoring sour grapes.
Econ/psych term for selfishly grabbing advantages, ignoring downsides.
Korean internet? "Do it for me."
Rights come with duties, freedom with responsibility—elementary morals ignored.
Gov spoils demands, now it's "Cough up the handout."
House? "Do it." College cash? "Do it."
Pinnacle: women's quotas.
Silent on dirty/dangerous 3D jobs or male-heavy sites, but scream for cushy exec seats or proportional rep "honey pots."
Kid tantrums on mart floor? Parents discipline to build character.
Adults throwing fits? State panders for votes.
Incomprehensible.
PC-brainrot EU import, twisted for Korean tastes.
Even here in Cali, SB 826 mandating women on boards nearly passed—struck down unconstitutional.
"Yep. Righteous country."
Free market violated? Iron hammer of justice.
Competent rise, incompetent cull—America's rule.
So Korean yapping "Hire women," "Quotas" at my US firm? Lands on deaf ears.
Boycotts? Pfft.
I snorted.
Boycott a US firm? Bapsang/Hansang: zero Korea branches, 100% domestic.
How low IQ to even think boycott?
Korea gov? Zero say over US hiring.
Their tantrums? Just men's mockery.
I hammered the wedge.
Not mockery—cold fact.
US entry scrutiny infamous lately.
Solo young Korean women? Top watchlist.
Embarrassing stats: Korean sex workers in US booming, tourist visas to illegal brothels rampant.
Even innocents dragged to secondary, stripped-searched, denied entry on spot—plane tickets wasted.
Travel boards flooded: "Wrongly interrogated," "Denied, money gone."
My post up—comments erupted like seizure.
I replied flatly.
Stats graphs vs cope? Exposes your competence issue.
US flu season runs February to May.
Peaks March, drags to May.
Our house ran 24/7 gear.
Top air purifiers hummed in every room, massive humidifiers puffed white mist.
Even plant jungle—not decor.
Bedside: sansevieria for anions, toxin purge.
Kitchen/living: snake plant for CO from cooking.
Bathroom: peace lily for ammonia in humidity.
Overkill? Maybe.
For Lily's health, I'd go further.
Her albinism meant UV weakness and weak immunity.
Common cold for others? Deadly complications for her.
Home? Zero germ tolerance, airtight.
"Hubby, I'm fine..."
"No. Streets are chaos now."
March hit—worst fears realized.
Vicious flu swept America.