Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.
The conversation about gender and economics must move beyond blame to solutions.
我们不太把自己当回事,我们只是享受乐趣。
Profit should not come at the expense of the planet and people.