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I respectfully defer to your superior boob-haveringness.

No, most games do not "underdo" breast physics, if they do them at all. Most games massively over-exaggerate.

The breasts are more contracting into her chest, not jiggling. It looks like cloth physics, not breast physics. It's the same effect as if she were wearing a wide brimmed hat with two long pieces of silk hanging down the front; as she steps forward the air resists the lighter silk and they sway back before coming

Believe it or not, it's actually a white guy with dreadlocks.

You know, usually I wince at the term 'mansplaining', but you are sitting here explaining to women how they are wrong about how breasts move. I honestly can't think of another word that really encapsulates that kind of arrogance.

If people want to work on holidays, that's fine. But you really think WalMart and Target are staffing their stores on a volunteer-only basis? You can't be serious.

Why don't you post a picture of yourself up here so we can all stare in awe of your svelte frame instead of hiding behind a burner account?!

People have a really big problem if women above a certain size don't hate themselves. You aren't even large in my opinion(not that my opinion matters)...curvy and my mom (we're Southern) would say you were quite healthy looking (there are totally cultural and regional preferences at play so to my mother's black

It's okay to morally judge people who go shopping on Thursday, forcing underpaid hourly workers to miss Thanksgiving merriment with their families, right? Shoppers on Thursday are just bad people, period.

Lets see, fat arms, fat tits, moon face, diminishing jaw definition (aka the beginnings of a double chin), the illusion of a waist as defined by a belt, and what seems to be the outline of ham hock thunder thighs? oh honey, you're obese, and if i saw you in public you'd automatically be classified as 'fat girl'. but

I've been reading all your responses on this thread and I just want to say: Thank you...from the bottom of my heart. A reasonable, factual Feminist that stands up and shows how far our ultra-masculinized culture is hurting men and women, in order to bring up topics about how blaming Feminism for these ills isn't

Did you know that both men and women can ask for more variety in video game characters and the world won't explode?

To me this is the old "Why do we have black history month when we don't we have white history month" argument.

Every month is white history month.

Sure, men are portrayed unrealistically and it's perfectly fine to want something different. I find the warhammer über buff male characters to be very obnoxious; I think

you can make this observation, and many before you have made it as well. but it isn't such a big deal for guys because they aren't selling a sexualized male to a predominantly female fanbase. and the males, generally, are not sexualized in that they do not really play up the one constantly covered, sexual part of the

You are allowed to complain about it, if you want to . No one is saying you can't. Aren't you just a little bit tired of playing male characters that are like some kind of trailer-park Adonis? You already said they don't represent you - they don't represent reality. Yet it's also not just about you, because there are

For me, the Duke case is a story about prosecutorial misconduct, not false rape allegations. That guy went so far off the reservation that he was fired, disbarred, and then sent to jail for that shit. Prosecutors play dirty and send innocent people up the river all the damn time, but rarely, if ever, are they held

Tom Baker will always be my Doctor. From Peter Davison onwards the character became very safe and kid friendly. The previous Doctors had a little bit of a threatening uneasy side to them.

I can't decide what's more frustrating - that people like Hunter Moore exist or that people are so up tight over nudity that a woman can lose her job over private photos leaked for all the world to see.

My mom's catholic and my dad's not, so when I was growing up, we went to Mass while my dad made waffles. It was a pretty stellar arrangement. They were always piping hot right when we got home. Pretty sure my dad earned some soul-points for that.

Those pancakes must be off the hook!