GoChuJangNess
GoChuJangNess
GoChuJangNess

I mean, I'm pretty 'meh' about many parts of feminism because they're terrible at what they purport to do, but I don't think you can really pin it on feminism here. These sorts of conferences have always been about two things: networking and money. The fact that this one happened to be woman-themed doesn't really

Want that dress. WANT.

I'm confused. Is that her in the top image? Is that considered fat now? I have no words.

Are we looking at the same person? Because I don't see a "fat" woman. I see a woman. A woman who can sing, very, very well. Methinks the old stodgy critic dudes of London might be followers of the "not all men" movement.

Well, the problem is if somebody is in the middle of an anxiety attack or a flashback, they're not firing on all cylinders. Also, the student has to be comfortable saying "This freaks me out because of this personal item in my history" and that's kind of asking a lot.

I came to the comments to ask "Why would a 17 year old girl want Joe Biden to take her to prom?" saw this, and left with my question answered.

I'd hit that. Fiance and I kind of want to invite him to our wedding here in DC, but on the off chance he actually showed up I might leave fiance at the altar.

Ooooooohhhh! Tee hee hee! I do declare!

He's lost her. He doesn't know it yet but he has. Game over dude.

I've worked with children that age who have said similar or worse things. It's awful. You want them to stop and you also want them not to have experienced whatever they may have experienced to get to that point.

I can't believe I watched that whole video.

I feel like this is a woman possibly struggling with mental illness, maybe just looking for some sort of connection. I wonder if she was homeless before this. It's all-around just sad.

I had a job where I cleaned university pub bathrooms on Saturday mornings. Yeah.

I was at TGIFridays or ... Applebee's? I dunno. Anyway, I walk into the bathroom and hear this horrible vomiting noise. There is a wet splat on the floor and I see some poor girl in a stall has just lost her lunch all over the floor. Before I could even ask if she was okay or if she needed anything, I see her using

There was this girl who lied and said her house got burned down and that's the reason she didn't have her homework. She was so convincing that the teacher believed her and was comforting her. She was a rotten little bitch to me on the playground and I thought she was lying. I actually didn't care if her house had

I had a roommate my senior year in college (someone I'd chosen to live with, no less—I had no idea how crazy she was before moving in with her) whose entire goal in life was to busier and more put upon than anyone else in the world. This was terribly difficult for her living with me, because I was overloading on

I hid over half of my report cards from high school. The last time I was home, I found a whole secret box of them that I had hid in my closet.

not all men ;)