News, but not the serious kind
I’m running down to the love market, Honey!
Here is a story idea which Hollywood is going to buy from me for maybe four million dollars, so don’t tell anyone else.
These are ethnic Hmong people waiting for lovers at a “love market” in Vietnam. The captions say that on one day a year, ”married men and women wait for the return of their former lovers with whom they can meet again without jealousy from their spouses…”
Are you fricking kidding me? Can we run through this deal again, more slowly?
So married men and women meet up with former lovers, and get a one-day free pass from their spouses?
Do the spouses in this village not have access to machetes, pipe wrenches or rat poison?
How does this annual conversation even go down, anyway?
“Lamar, is it that time again already? Land sakes! Well, run on down to the love market and see your old prom date, and I’ll just stay at home with the children and plow the fields.
“Oh wait, Lamar, I almost forgot! You can’t go without breakfast! Here, take some of these extra-special muffins I made and eat them on the way…”
Top: Ethnic Hmong wait for their lovers at the Khau Vai ‘love market’ in Vietnam’s northern Ha Giang province, May 10, 2010. For nearly 100 years, the Khau Vai love market has been known as a lovers’ rendezvous. Local residents annually gather there from March 26 to March 27 of the lunar calendar to seek lovers. Married men and women wait for the return of their former lovers with whom they can meet again without jealousy from their spouses during this one day out of the year. Single young men and women also seek lovers at the market. REUTERS/Kham
Right: An ethnic Hmong man lies on the ground drunk at the Khau Vai ‘love market’. REUTERS/Kham