Man....real shit. This is like learning that your favorite aunt or your mom was raped. To me, Beverly Johnson is every bit as iconic as Cosby in how groundbreaking she was for black women in fashion and modeling. I already believed that he was doing this but g-ddammit, man! I hope her coming forward makes those older…

"You are a motherfucker aren't you?"

the fact that a MAN had to say something about the worst kept secret in Hollywood for it to mean anything irks the fuck out of me.

This is it, stick a fork in that F****r, 'cause he is done. Finally, a lady of Beverly Johnson status and appeal will do what all those, "unkowns" could not achieve. Nevermind, it took a man to bring this to the absolute forefront of the press. How many survivors of this serial rapist are out there? …

It's not like you could poll the students, though, unless you want to see Tom Izzo command Saddam Hussein-level electoral margins on a write-in campaign.

I'm an alumna as well. We can do better. Writing to Lou Anna now.

As an alumnus, I'm embarrassed. Maybe MSU couldn't manage to attract any good speakers, but that's no reason to bring in this dumbass.

Uh-oh

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"Holy shit! You're a Black guy! I've only heard about those!"

OK, I would like to see this movie.

"But then you become totally vanilla. You don't alienate anybody, but you don't excite anybody, either."

I like how the age people use to justify stupid behavior keeps creeping up. 25 is old enough to not be a fucking idiot all the time.

It bears repeating:

My siblings and I have ALL had this complaint about my youngest brother who was born super early as well. I believe the usual phrasing was "just because he looked like an unhatched chicken at birth does not mean he doesn't have to do dishes."

Another moment of Einstein being wonderful:

Best postscript in a personal letter, ever.

This story sums up my OkC experience as well. I actually had so many bad dates with "actors" that I stopped agreeing to dates with actors entirely. I don't know if I only attracted douchebag-y actors or what the deal was, but there are only so many times that I can trek to Wicker Park only to have some dude in…

This is just a place for OKCupid horror stories, right? I'm in!