The name Aishwarya Rai may be famous the world round, but you won't be hearing or seeing it very much longer. That's because Aishwarya, being a good traditional Indian girl, has decided to take on new husband Abhishek Bachchan's last name, and has even begun signing autographs as Aishwarya Bachchan.
But that's not the end of the changes in store for the former Miss World Aishwarya. According to reports, the erstwhile Miss Rai and her new hubby will, per tradition, now be moving in with Abhishek's parents, legendary Bollywood stars Amitabh and Jaya Bachchan. Aishwarya will not, however, be expected to give up her own career as a film star; her new in-laws have already given their blessing for her to continue her movie work.
May I now humbly and apologetically take back everything bad I ever said about India? You guys rock. Seriously - any country that knows how to put a woman in her place like that deserves nothing but the utmost respect. Here's someone - Aishwarya Rai I mean - who was wealthy and famous in her own respect, and spent her life jetting around the world, but the second she marries some guy that whole independent lifestyle goes out the window, and she immediately not only takes the guy's name, but happily acquiesces to living with his parents. Are they going to have her on her knees scrubbing floors too? Will they made her dress in tattered rags and order her around like a miserable servant? I hope so. Cause that is one uppity bitch, I'm thinking. All those years of living the high-life probably put a lot of notions in her brain - but somebody's got to beat those notions out of her now. Tear that little ego down, Bachchans. Everyone knows that if you have a vagina, you should automatically be disqualified from having any life of your own. In fact, I'm shocked they're even letting the bitch keep acting. Why? Don't you know that will just reinforce her old ideas of being an independent person? Best to cut that off entirely. No, if I were the Bachchans, I would lock Aishwarya up in a little room and feed her nothing but rancid water and grass until she gets over those free-thinking notions of hers. Then, just to make a little money off the bitch, I'd charge the local horndogs a couple rupees to squirm around on top of her in whatever parody of sex they were able to manage. Cut that high-class whore down a peg or two.
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