I think there are people who have a the sexual orientation of being asexual, but they nonetheless may enjoy touching other people whom they love, or cuddling with them. That's all I meant. There's a lot of pressure on teenage boys to "be horny" all the time, and I'm sure that's not always how everyone feels. It's just…

I agree we don't need a strict "shoot the messenger" policy. Nonetheless, when we need to discuss a serious issue that affects all women, we need to make sure the jumping off point isn't something that seriously alienates many potential feminists. There are a lot of W.O.C. out there who will never identify as feminist…

Ummmmm, no. There is no way in hell that any single model, of any height, weighing even as much as 130 pounds has made it onto a catwalk in the past few seasons except in a plus-size guise (in which case she would be the 5'11" 140-pound woman you posit here.) Naturally we are all guessing, but I have known models, and…

Oh look, it's "calling people racist is worse than actual existing racism." O HAI. Guess what? Racism is a much more serious problem than hurting some people's feelings by calling them racist. (Side note: stop trying to make "the r-word" happen)

Oh now intersectionality is only for white women too? Fuck this bullshit. #apparentlyintersectionalityisforwhitewomentooexcusemewhileIstickthispencilintomyeyeand killmyself

I didn't even need to see it and noooo, nnnhh hmmm it wasn't.

What about that girl who used to live down the street, "Smells-Like-Hot-Dog-Water?" Remember her?

The best in my family are Experience Mayhew, a dude, who was actually kind of awesome because he was bilingual in English/Wampnoag and later learned Pequot (all the better to convert you with, my dear, but—nonetheless!) Also a Mayhew but a girl: Innocence (bet you didn't see that one coming!). A Stuyvesant: Pain.…

I think that the "not being boy-crazy" and "not all that interested in sex" were actually the two main factors in your failure to see hottness around you. Though I'm not going to deny the power of the sweatpants. But still, a dude you want to fuck more than anything in the world will just make sweatpants look hot!…

She's 19.

I heard that.

Yes! Rise with me, my people, Mitten, and Shep, and Walker, and Stuyvie, and Candy! And Chet, and Douggie, and even Bouvier! Someone has to go to the Maidstone Club after all.

Not totally, though; my husband and I are just 3 years apart in age and I graduated HS in 93—I had had sex at 17 along with everyone I knew, but he went off to Chicago a virgin and stayed that way till he was like a sophomore.

Dude, there were no hot guys at your high school of 2000 people? (Maybe I should say "babe" or something, but I call everyone dude.) Seriously though. Plenty of weeds that hadn't sprouted yet, sure, but plenty of hot guys even at the brother school of my all-girls school, and we had only 60-70 kids per grade! Boys who…

Oh, I didn't actually know that the French title was associative in that way, because I didn't know that it was a quote from anything.

I was recently reading a collection of antebellum pro-slavery writing. I was not expecting the genteel tones and lack of venomous racism that I found—I thought there would be more foaming at the mouth. Instead the essays read for the most part like your comments here; the author would begin with a gesture of…

Reply to promote. One of the #1 signs that someone is making a fallacious argument about racism/sexism is when they trot out the "it doesn't matter if you're black, white, purple, green..." line. Right then you know. "Hold up, motherfucker! No one is purple. Hypothetical good-will towards our eggplant brethren is…

Hmmm. I don't know that I'm entirely the reverse, but mostly the reverse. I was sexually abused as a child and raped (separately LOL awesome) when I was 17. I really have experienced countless verbal sexual hassles, some with a disturbingly high violence possibility, let's say at random frex with another small female…

Yes, I loved the translation also, and although I know it contained a lot of obvious inaccuracies (OH HAI the title!) it was Edwardian/Pre-War in a way that I think (hope?) correlates to the feel of the prose in French. I can read French OK, but not well enough to read all that, damn. I started on Swann's Way one time…

LOL. I think we have free will, actually because 1) I'm a Platonist about math and then, by implausible extension, a number of other things shhh don't tell me about that really obvious Aristotelian objection shutupshutupshtup. (No one in the whole world is a Platonist except me. No, well, lots of mathematicians are…