But I bet you're way happier than you would be if you had never worked on yourself in the first place.

Advertising yourself as a "nice guy" because you don't rape people is setting the bar pretty low.

I always think it's funny when people make fun of a certain strain of feminism by calling it "I choose my choice." What, are you anti-choice?

Maybe it's not nice to take a position from a more qualified co-worker. On the other hand, looks like she was working a lot harder than anyone else.

We dated for 3 months when I was 17. Why are you still so close with my parents? It is fucking weird, dude.

I'm sure her motivation was money and I'm sure she got her promotion through sexual favors. I just don't really have a problem with it. He was a dumb horny rich old dude and men like that pretty much exist to be taken advantage of. It's the only situation in which the "trickle down economy" idea isn't total BS.

No sympathy for him at all. He was in a position of power and could have chosen not to open himself up to a lawsuit by (a) not having an affair with his employee, and (b) taking the end of the affair like an adult. He did neither.

Go ahead, shit on a whole bunch of peoples' livelihood and ability to make decisions about their bodies because you have feels and also think they might force men to behave badly.

Because it's very important to note that you are NOTHING like a filthy dirty sex worker.

All the members of Westboro Baptist Church are lawyers. They intentionally aggravate people into assaulting them and then they sue. The entire church is a money-making scheme.

I LOVE the packaging on my hitachi. The funny English and the odd prudishness are just hysterical.

This hurts you how?

He's cute and her make-up is cool-looking. You need a hug. And maybe a slap in the face.

Fucking duh cutting a woman off on the highway is NOT misogynistic.

Why can't the guy in question just get up his courage and tell me he likes me? Way less work for everyone concerned. I don't have to catch subtle signs and he doesn't have to pine away pretending he's not into me.

My, um, friend did the same thing as yours. Only place around that sold vibrators and didn't card at the door.

What if I have better things to do than study stupid magazines to tell if guys are into me / obsess over whether my guy friends want to bone me instead of just enjoying their company?

Because sometimes we really don't know?