A Groom in China Sues His Friends After They Nearly Haze Him to Death
Source – A bridegroom in southern China who was struck by a car as he fled wedding pranks plans to sue the friends who tormented him as part of the traditional and notorious male rite.
While most men put up with wedding day hazing, Ai Guangtao hired a lawyer after he was left with a fractured skull and a big financial headache, news website Btime.com said. …
They had thrown eggs at him, poured beer and ink on him, tied him up with plastic tape to an electric power pole and thrashed him with bamboo, all in the name of creating a carnival atmosphere for his big day.
“I was so tortured on my wedding day that I got angry. They chased me, and I could barely see anything because there was ink all over,” Ai was quoted as saying.
“Somehow, I ran to the motorway – even after that one of them was still chasing me.”
A car hit him and careered into a barrier. He spent two weeks in hospital with multiple injuries, including a fractured skull.
Police decided Ai was responsible for the accident, and the car owner’s insurance company demanded nearly 30,000 yuan (US$4,400) in damages, the website reported.
Oh, boo hoo, Ai Guangtao. Cry me a Yangtze. What part of “traditional and notorious male rite” don’t you understand? It’s a wedding. These things have been going on since the dawn of civilization and certain rituals are a part of it. The bride wears white. Her father gives her away. There’s music and a ceremony and rings and a kiss. And in southern China, a bachelor party where they dump eggs, beer and ink all over you, tie you up, beat you bloody and leave you for dead. You knew what you signed up for the minute you decided to jump the broom, so don’t come crying to the rest of us.
If anything, I think he got off easy. I’ve been to plenty of bachelor parties that were way worse than this. I had a streak of at least two dozen in a row over the span of like five years – the prime marrying years of my friends and family – that went completely off the rails. Drunkenness. Debauchery. Old grudges floating to the surface on a sea of booze, just fracking bad blood like shale oil. I was with a busload of guys who spent hours driving around the seediest section of Boston looking for the two 21-year-olds who jumped out in search of hookers. Watched a groom casually lob a shot glass across a crowded nudie bar just because he ready to go home. A father of two get kicked out for grabbing the Shot Girl’s bewbs. And one of my friends get pulled up on stage in Montreal, stripped completely buckass naked and made to dance. Only to go over to a group of guys in business suits, bend over and spread his cheeks. True story. I’ve never seen such revulsion in a human face before or since. So don’t go complaining to me.
Besides, I would much rather be a groom in Ai’s town than a bride anywhere else. Getting covered with ink, a savage bamboo thrashing, get hit by a car and then sued is no day at the beach. But ask any woman and they’ll tell you it beats the hell out of having to sit through a bridal shower.