One completely normal Bengali family smiling on a rickshaw during Durga Puja was enough to expose just how deranged a certain breed of Indian feminist has become. They called the man ugly, bald, old. Said the woman’s parents had “tied this pretty thing to this uncle”. Said she could have had “any man”. Then came the poverty-shaming because apparently taking your wife and child on a rickshaw during Puja is now evidence of “abject poverty”. Then the facts came out. The man is a CA at a respected firm. Upper middle class. The rickshaw was simply the sensible way to avoid traffic and enjoy the Puja decorations, something Bengalis have done forever. Did they stop? Of course not. Because the facts were never the point. The real offence was much simpler: a man looked happy with his wife and child. He wasn’t poor. He wasn’t some grotesque husband imposed upon a helpless woman. He wasn’t performing masculinity for Instagram. He was simply a husband taking his family out. She was simply a wife smiling and singing. Their child was having what looked like the best evening of the year. And that was enough to trigger a swarm of people who have built their entire personalities around assuming that every functioning family must secretly be an oppression chamber. These people don’t fight patriarchy. They resent normalcy. A content husband bothers them. A smiling wife bothers them. A happy child bothers them most of all because the scene quietly suggests that not every woman is trapped, not every marriage is hell and not every man is a monster. That ruins the business model. And the moment anyone pushes back, the vocabulary arrives right on schedule: misogynist, incel, abuser, rapist. My advice to men is becoming increasingly simple. Stop putting your wife and children online for strangers to dissect. Some people see a happy family and smile. Others see evidence against their entire worldview.