I mean most of them are internet tough guys, and then again some of them go on to rent a van and run down people on the side walk, or shoot up a school, or a mosque, or a synagogue, or a church. Anyone making threats should be tracked down and have charges levied against them.

To be fair, Shapiro writes later in the book that she did travel to her aunt to talk about it (her aunt knew nothing about it). It’s actually one of my favorite scenes because it’s so raw and sweet and her aunt says something like, “I’m not giving you up, and you better not give me up either.” In those early chapters,…

It’s incredibly harmful.  When women are seen like that, as objects but also as givers who dedicate themselves to other peoples’ comfort and art, it saps women of their agency and individuality.  If all you are supposed to do is give and sacrifice, what value do you even have as a person?

And it’s okay to keep abandoning them, leaving them hanging, while you romp around the world banging whoever whenever, because they inspire you.

Also: idealised women will be pushed off the pedestal at some point, we always are. And then it’s a case of: Hell hath no fury against women like that of a man scorned by his own imagination.

“His misogyny, if we want to call it that, is the benevolent kind: glorifying women such so that they become unreal.”

I never really cared about fireworks one way or the other. That changed in 1989 and now they make me feel nothing but dread.

A little off-topic but sometime around 1995 I read (in the “New York Observer” I think, which used to be the smartest and funniest thing I would ever read; sadly, those days have long passed) a feature about “Would people who work at ‘Vogue’ wear clothes featured in ‘Vogue’?” The answer was no. I still remember one…

Pleasant Grove Police Department’s Lt. Danny Reid sounds like an huge asshole.

I was 50 years old when I decided to face my anxiety and get my license. I went through three different schools that said they specialized in nervous adult learners but really would say anything to get tuition money. I was humiliated, told I would never get my license and that, yes, I was the worst driver they ever…

If you see people carrying hammers, run

“She is not some poor abused, starving artist not wise in the ways of the world that ended up penniless.”

True, she is not a poor starving artist—but as the article said, she has opened doors/negotiations for those artists that are. Think back to the whole streaming issue. She said it didn’t affect her, but it affected smaller artists significantly.

Good luck! You in 6 months:

My best roommate I had had was getting married in San Francisco and my husband insisted on driving (about 8 hours). It was winter, and we were slow going bc it was around thanksgiving, the weather was bad, and it was actually sleeting and California drovers are bad in any kind of weather. We stopped for fast food, bc…

I am hoping against hope that farther down in this thread is a woman posting her story about how when she was a tween she got her first period in the dark woods while on vacation with someone else’s family, and then I hope you both lock eyes and say “it’s you!” and then you get together over international coffee and…

In 2008, my mother spent $5,800 (Canadian) on a weeklong houseboat rental at Sproat Lake as a 20th-wedding anniversary present for my husband. Included: our two young children, and my parents - a package deal from hell. Also: neither my husband or I were consulted about this - we were told the reservation was…

My dad’s family had been going to this rinky-dink set of cabins in rural Wisconsin for generations. By the time I was a ‘tween in the 90s, they’d at least been retrofitted with electricity, but you still had to use an outhouse. The nearby lake was great, but my fond summertime memories of bonfires, tubing, and jumping…

My family once decided to drive almost 2.500 miles from Fairbanks, Alaska to a small town in Eastern Washington. We were going to my uncle’s wedding. Taking advantage of the fact the whole family was getting together, there was an intervention planned the day before for another uncle who was an alcoholic. On one hand…

So, my mom was the big organizer in our family, and always organized our various trips. Spring Break was always a tricky one, because it usually happened during my brother’s birthday, and it’s also a time of year when the weather can do literally anything. In NorCal, the coast is usually a fine bet, and we spent…