Ugh I hate that question, because I’m from D.C., where I live now, but I have kind of a weird intonation most of the time that only gets worse when I feel awkward or annoyed - so I get “Where are you from?” “Here.” “No, but I mean originally.” “...Also here.” “Oh. Where are your parents from? Where did you grow up?”…

As you should! Neither Ancient Greek nor Latin were very big on silent letters (as far as we know, given our received pronunciations). Also I would pay you for the whole script of that play.

Sorry, in discussion with adults I don’t usually define terms as though we’re all brand-new to the world and unaware of the myriad issues that MRAs claim to be concerned with while actually focusing their energies on excoriating feminists. It’s okay. You’ll learn to keep up or go back to the kids’ table.

Since it’s actually octopus, octopuses/octopodes, I think it goes penis, penises/penipodes.

Honestly, if just one person said “I’m afraid no one will ever love me for me because I don’t know how talented or worthwhile I really am, and I really want love, even as I see that I can’t disentangle the desire from the narrative I’ve been given my whole life that love is something I’m owed,” rather than just…

If women ever had even a slight social or legal advantage to give up, then this would probably be easier. You can’t scream about no one being able to play the game when you’ve stolen all the dice, loser.

When I go home after a long day at work to my quiet house full of only things I like to eat, my books, and my cat, and I compare this to my friends who are married with kids and have to do the whole dinner/homework/housecleaning schtick, I think it sure did pay off to be a manhating feminist at an early age.

Right? I mean, I know I’m anti-male (and also anti-mail, get those supermarket flyers out of my mailbox!) but to paint everyone with the same manhating brush as me seems like a leap.

It’s also pretty typical of an ongoing police investigation - at this point, there might not be much more the University can say.

The men who do that are part of the feminist movement, which was formed precisely to talk about and try to fix exactly those issues.

Right? It sounds like the Italian lady knows her win was a combo of playing her best and not meeting Serena on her best day, and is proud of the job she did while acknowledging that. We can be happy for her and sad for Serena at the same time.

There’s someone else on this thread saying they saw something similar more than once as an employee, so I’m going to say it probably happens more than you’d think. If a company is willing to bend over backwards for the upset customers who get the wrong thing, it’d be pretty easy to keep it quiet - it’s only when you…

Right? I mean, obviously most people who aren’t gunning hard to get noticed by People of New York aren’t going to wear these all at once. But it’s not like they can style for the runway the way we style in real life, by throwing some other brand’s plain black t-shirt over that blue floral skirt from the second picture…

Vote 1llama Crimelord for President 2020.

I never had terrible periods (very heavy, but not particularly painful) but I like using the pill to choose when I have one - I schedule it in around vacations and things. A few times, I went multiple months without one, but eventually I would start to get that pre-period ‘something is stirring’ feeling regardless,…

Depending on how evil you are, you could drop the “secret” into a relative’s ear and time how long that little nugget takes to travel to the parent’s ears. Hopefully it’ll hit just as they’re cutting the cake, or right before the toasts!

Eh. Act like a whiny child in public, get treated like a whiny child by the grown-ups. That doesn’t constitute censorship, but I suppose I can’t fault your consistancy in the whiny childishness game.

Then may I suggest that the grown-up internet may not be the appropriate place for you, and point you instead in the direction of the McDonald’s Play Space?

Jesus, people must be fucking delicate.

Also, if Cathy doesn’t have a job, and Mary couldn’t sign for her loans, who the shit is paying for this wedding? If it’s Mary, she should pony up and pay the loans of the irresponsible kid she raises, to spare her sister the consequences. I mean, my dad did a school project for me once in 4th grade when I was…