My favorite recent neg was on Twitter. I was putting up photos I had taken and this one dude says about one of them:

I think I’m Gen-X, not a Millennial (I’m in the murky in-between years in that I was born in 1977) but I have to step up and defend Millennials here. I have a big soft spot for the younger generation, especially since I remember quite well that this exact same shit was hovering around young Gen-X (“the slacker…

A++++++ troll would read again

If I ever have a daughter, and I hope I do, one of the most important things I wish to impart to her is the importance of choosing sexual partners based on a firm grasp of literacy, good spelling, and correct apostrophe placement.

Why does she complain if you lock the door?!

Ugh! I got that early on in my current relationship too. I hadn’t ever been married (still havent!) and everybody seemed really into me getting married ASAP. I finally started telling people to mind their own business.

I thought I had already responded to this, but don’t see my response, so I apologize if I am repeating myself.

Damn it, I got a little something in my eye too. <3

I agree. And I hope that you two can make it work sometime in the future, if that’s what you both want, and if it ends up not being what you choose then I wish you all the happiness, both with yourself and with a partner. Kinda sorta on a side note, I can tell that you are thoughtful and kind just by what you’ve…

Aw, man. I am so sorry. That is so hard.

I was single and lived alone for a long time. I met someone who was single and had lived alone for a long time, too. One of the things we understood was the need for alone time. A lot of it. We have a relationship that apparently looks really strange from the outside (we do a lot of things separately, and I’ve gotten…

That is very true. High five, don’t leave me hanging, bro.

I swear to god. This town could be so much more. It just... isn’t. Kind of like everyone I grew up with here, where I’m living until I can find a good job somewhere else again.

Your last one is my favorite. YES, SING IT, SISTER LUNCHCOMA. I wasted hours of my life in my twenties, hours that I’ll never get back, on ridiculous “meetings” and “parties” that bored me silly and made me angry when they wouldn’t take “no” for an answer.

My IQ seems to plummet the day before my period, too. I get super spacey. And yes, re: pain sensitivity! It’s amazing!

I raved about them so much that I started to feel creepily over-aware of what other people were doing with their vaginas, so I stopped, but I’ll sing their praises any old day. Long live the Diva Cup!

Nope, I’ve noticed exactly the same. Pads and cups 4 life.

Given the disgusting cesspool of men that CBC employs, I think that perhaps they should probably look to how they’re contributing to the problem of woman reporters feeling unsafe while they’re on the job.

Yes, and it drives me crazy. There is a whole great big beautiful world out there, and some of it isn’t even populated by super-assholes.

Hahahahaha, good point. I need a drink now though.