My parent’s bedroom door locked. And even if it was not, we were *never* allowed in their room without knocking. If they were in the bedroom with the door closed, we were absolutely barred from entering from the age we were able to understand. You don’t have to let your kids run all over you.

Thank you internet for solidifying my decision to never have children.

“You do not want to be woken up by a kitten playing with your penis, or a wet dog nose on your arse.”

You don’t know what I want.

I love sleeping naked in the winter. A massive down duvet and chilly in the room makes for fantastic sleep.

“It stops you from scratching your anus in your sleep.”

Found the never-nude.

You’re just full of really bad ideas. The 90s weren’t the fucking 60s.

“Men don’t coconspire widely amongst each other unless it is widely accepted amongst men.”

Except all your examples were from much earlier, so they weren’t good examples. Affirmative consent was very much a known concept, especially among college students, in 1999. It’s revisionist history to claim otherwise.

This didn’t happen that long ago and it has been known approximately forever that having sex with an unconscious person (and inviting other people to join in!) is rape. 1999 was not so long ago that it was not widely known that having sex with someone who was even ‘almost’ unconscious was not ok. I’m way older than…

Nice sleight of hand, bringing up examples that happened 20-30 years earlier than when this occurred. People knew about consent in 1999. Maybe not at Penn State, but 1999 was not 1972.

I vehemently dispute this. I grew up in Nate Parker’s era and young men knew damn well what they were doing, which is why they were secretive about it. They found rape situations like this FUNNY and joked about it behind closed doors. He even denied that there was a second man involved until she tricked him into…

What’s extra disappointing is that the movie deals with the trauma of slavery.

Ignorance? She was robbed of any ability to give consent as she was passed out. That is flat out rape. Whatever lines you think are blurred for men, none of that holds up in this case.

Yeah, it’s like Polanski films. I am sure, as a film, the Pianist was well deserving of an Oscar, but I’m never going to find out, because all I could think about while I watched it is how the man who made it raped a young girl, got away with it, and doesn’t give a shit.

I’ve heard it’s a good movie.

Yes, like encouraging people not to hang out around ledges at 3:15 am while likely drinking.

I’ll never understand people who go close to cliff edges. My dad does it on holidays, even though I plead with him not to. I’m basically on the verge of tears, and he won’t listen. People are fucking stupid. For Christ’s sake, a gust of wind could easily knock you off your feet. I’m no genius, but safety at cliffs…

AMEN AMBER ROSE! One of the reasons I knew this mister was the one is he said “I don’t want to know, because it doesn’t even matter”

True story: One year, a friend picked up a pumpkin for me, and put it on her balcony. That night it snowed. When I came over to pick it the next day, we couldn’t find it. In the spring when all the snow melted, she found a puddle of orange mush.