TV Star with Māori Face Tattoo Shuts Down Haters in Epic Response!

A TV presenter with a traditional Māori face tattoo has calmly replied to negative comments from a viewer, proudly standing up for her cultural heritage and identity.

Facial tattoos often spark debates online. Some people think tattoos should only be on the body, while others understand and appreciate their cultural importance.

Oriini Kaipara, 41, made history when she became a newsreader for New Zealand’s Newshub. She is the first primetime TV news presenter to wear a moko kauae, a special facial tattoo for Māori women.

The Māori are the indigenous people of mainland New Zealand. They see moko kauae as important symbols of their heritage and identity. These tattoos, traditionally on the lips and chin, show a woman’s family ties, leadership, and honor her lineage, status, and abilities.

Oriini Kaipara. Credit: Oriini Kaipara / Instagram.

Despite receiving praise, one viewer named David expressed his dislike for Kaipara’s moko kauae in an email to Newshub.

He wrote, “We continue to object strongly to you using a Māori newsreader with a moku [moko] which is offensive and aggressive looking. A bad look. She also bursts into the Māori language which we do not understand. Stop it now,” according to the Daily Mail.

But Kaipara didn’t let David’s negative words stop her. She bravely shared screenshots of his messages on her Instagram story and responded calmly.

“Today I had enough. I responded. I never do that. I broke my own code and hit the send button,” she wrote on her Instagram story alongside a screenshot of David’s message.

Credit: Oriini Kaipara / Instagram.

Kaipara didn’t just share screenshots of David’s email, she also responded to him. She explained that his complaint wasn’t valid because she hadn’t broken any rules for TV.

She also corrected David’s spelling mistake. He called her tattoo a “moku” instead of “moko”.

In her email back to him, Kaipara said, “I think you don’t like how I look on TV. But tattoos and people with them aren’t scary or bad. We don’t deserve to be treated badly because of them.”

She asked him to stop complaining and to try to understand better. She even joked that maybe he should go back to the 1800s if he couldn’t accept people with tattoos.

Credit: Oriini Kaipara / Instagram.

Despite David’s negative words, Kaipara says she mostly gets nice comments, and mean ones are rare.

In an interview with the New Zealand Herald, Kaipara talked about how it’s important to have more Māori people in important jobs. She said, “The fact that my existence makes some people upset shows why we need more Māori people in every job.”

Kaipara’s calm response reminds us how important it is to be proud of who you are, even when people are mean. She’s inspiring others to be proud of themselves and stand up to unfair treatment.

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My Husband Refuses to Help with Our Crying Baby at Night, Puts on Headphones & Listens to Calming Music – I Taught Him a Lesson

Scarlett is at her wit’s end, balancing a demanding career and a teething baby while her husband, Dave, sleeps peacefully with noise-canceling headphones. When he dismisses her pleas for help, Scarlett hatches a cunning plan to make him experience her sleepless nights.

I need to vent about something.

My name’s Scarlett, and I’ve been married to Dave for 25 years. We’ve got three kids: a 12-year-old soccer fanatic, an 8-year-old aspiring astronaut, and our newest addition, Lily, who’s six months old.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my kids to bits, but balancing a demanding career and raising these little humans is no joke.

Dave and I used to be this power couple. But lately, he’s been avoiding his share of nighttime baby duty.

Picture this: I’m pacing the room with a screaming, teething baby at 2 a.m., while he’s blissfully asleep, noise-canceling headphones on, listening to some darn calming ocean waves or whatever. It’s infuriating!

So, here’s the setup. It was one of those nights. Lily was teething and inconsolable. I’d tried everything—rocking, feeding, singing lullabies. Nothing worked. Exhausted and at my wits’ end, I shook Dave awake.

“Dave, I need help. Lily’s been crying for hours,” I pleaded, my voice barely masking my frustration.

He groaned and pulled off his headphones. “Scarlett, I have to be up early. My job is demanding. Can’t you handle it?”

“Seriously, Dave?” I snapped, feeling the hot sting of tears in my eyes. “I’ve been handling it all night. I need some support here.”

He rolled his eyes and turned away. “I need my sleep. I can’t function at work if I’m exhausted.”

That was it. The tipping point. His words stung more than they should have. I felt like I was drowning, and he was just floating by, oblivious. Something had to change. I couldn’t keep feeling this undervalued and alone.

That’s when I hatched my plan.

I’m not proud of it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I decided to modify his precious headphones, planting a hidden speaker controlled by my phone. Yeah, it was sneaky, but I was desperate for him to understand my struggle.

I activated the speaker. The sound of a baby crying filled his headphones. He shot up, confused and irritated.

“Scarlett, did you hear that?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“Hear what?” I replied, feigning ignorance.

He shook his head and stumbled over to Lily’s crib.

“Dave, I think you’re just stressed,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “Maybe you should help with Lily more often. It might help you sleep better.”

He stared at me, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

“Yeah, maybe,” he muttered, but the doubt was there.

By the end of the week, Dave was a wreck.

He was snapping at the kids, his patience worn thin.

“Scarlett, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t take this anymore. I’m hearing things, and I’m exhausted.”

I bit my lip, feeling a mix of guilt and satisfaction.

“Dave, we need to talk,” I said, my voice steady but filled with the weight of the past few nights.

He looked at me, his eyes bloodshot and weary. “What is it? Just tell me.”

One peaceful night, after a particularly calm evening with Lily finally asleep, we crawled into bed, both of us utterly exhausted. Dave pulled me close, his arm wrapped around me.

“Scarlett,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude, “thank you.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. “Thank you, Dave,” I whispered back. “For being my partner.”

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