Your go-to thought was 'He's lucky he wasn't shot'. You think that's a completely justified response.
Your go-to thought was 'He's lucky he wasn't shot'. You think that's a completely justified response.
You've obviously never been to Tucson
I wouldn't shoot him. But then again, I'm not an American.
The issue is that if the police weren't there, he would have been guilty of...walking down the street. Albeit in one of the dumbest outifts possible. If the police just hadn't been there, deployed in riot gear, then there would have been no confrontation at all.
He was such a clear and obvious threat to the heavily armed and armoured defenders of good.
/fixed
Calling what happened there a 'riot' does a disservice to violet uprisings everywhere. It also plays handily into our increasingly dystopian view of things.
Jealousy is horrible. I've never known a guy to get over it.
"I like a little something to grab on to!"
The arrogance never ceases to amaze me on that front. I like to remind those dudes, "Do you really think we women breathe a sigh of relief because you, one person on the entire planet, has approved one of my physical characteristics to be 'okay' with you?"
The good news is, now a bunch of dudes are going to show and state their boob preferences. If you are lucky, maybe they'll like your boobs. Then your life will be complete and the conversation be over. Can't wait.
People are free to unshare if they want; I just thought the fart description was among the funnier things I've read on Jez.
Ahh, yes. My ex-boyfriend was thin and looked great in clothes. But naked, he sort of resembled a droopy stick figure. His butt was bizarrely flat without any muscle or fat in it, so touching it was like grabbing at pudding. When he ate a large meal, it gave him a potbelly until it was properly digested so you could…
I'm 55, and overweight—at least according to BMI charts. I spent a year or two feeling depressed about the invisibility thing until I went deep in to it. How many people was *I* looking through? Perhaps the elderly, the disabled, even people I had decided had nothing in common with me... It didn't feel good to…
All of this! 54 here, and also a very large woman.
(maybe the only real difference in approach is that I've been a computer programmer since 1985, so when Apple Genius dudes try to talk down to me, I school their asses).
Coupla things - first of all - 34 is NOWHERE CLOSE to being an older woman. Nope - no way ... Not even a little bit. You haven't even hit the start line to being an "older woman". Second - You want to know about being invisible? Walk into the Apple Genius bar at 50 years old, and OH YES - you will find out what…
That's the one thing that makes me a little ashamed about cell phones. I remember memorizing my friends/parents phone numbers as a kid. But about a year ago I had to go to the emergency room and my cell phone went dead and I realized I couldn't remember my live-in boyfriend of five year's phone number. I wrote it down…
You created an account just to write this nasty comment? What's your thinking behind that?
You, ma'am are an asshole. Happiness isn't a zero sum game.