LibraryChick
LibraryChick
LibraryChick

Same - why on earth would a boy go through the trouble of impersonating a girl just to hang out in their tents? Are they really assuming that these children are tiny sexual predators? Have they met boys? How many of them (at this point in our dumb patriarchal society) are going to voluntary dress like girls unless

Clearly, it is a tragedy for the accused as well. I never said that it wasn’t, and it is only because you are looking for a reason to take issue with the subject that you are assuming that. Ideally, no one would falsely accuse someone, and no one would feel like it isn’t safe to accuse, and everyone would get a fair

This. It is inexplicable to me how people think their facebook conversations prove she was lying. Unless she said, in those conversations, that she consented, I don’t see how they are relevant, other than as a tool to prove things about her character.

I don’t even understand what the interviewer is talking about.

I feel terrible for her - imagine this happening at your graduation! Nothing like an important day, celebrating accomplishments, and then having this happen.

Since Emma Sulkowicz has obviously accused Nungesser of rape, I am not sure how you can say that none of the accusations have anything to do with rape.

I do not know of any feminist who argues that false accusations NEVER happen. I think we all know that they do, rarely, and that they are a tragedy in their own rights when they do happen. It takes credibility away from the vast majority of accusers, who are telling the truth, just because occasionally someone lies.

It is amazing that people do not realize this. When I was in customer service I would do SO MUCH MORE for people who were just nice and polite about their problem. I do understand that sometimes escalation is necessary - I have encountered particularly rude and useless student loan company reps, for example - but it

I am more confident in heels, usually, and am normally not at all opposed to towering over dudes. I just try to be more careful at interviews (confident but not overly imposing!) because I like to get hired.

Besides, of COURSE I would want cheese on my cheese.

Incidentally, this is also how I feel about ordering at Moe’s. Bag of Donuts? Earmuffs? I want tex mex, not mysterious nouns.

I get word loss because of migraines and just have to hope that people will be willing to work with me to sort out what the hell I want (like telling a friend “I want those THINGS I always get here. The little THINGS I like!” when I wanted falafel).

Lots of people seem to hate on Starbucks but if they drink Tim’s, which tastes like weakly brewed dirt, I can’t take anything they say seriously.

I don’t even know how anyone could miss the fact that fraps take forever - just get in line with a bunch of people ordering them and wait FOREVER. I sometimes participate in Frappy Hour but I know to expect waiting.

The entire concept of scooping a bagel offends me. Enjoy the carbs. That is what the bagel is for.

I have had to explain both that phrase and the evils of “cotton pickin’ minute” to a coworker. I often wonder how people miss these things.

Totally. I do drink a lot of Starbucks, and have tried to order “a venti. A large. No, hell, whatever that size is there” at other places.

Yeah - I can see how it can be confusing for a new customer (I never drank coffee until I got hooked on Starbucks a few years ago, and had to spend some time figuring out, in general, what to ask for) but there’s no reason to be a dick about it. Everyone I’ve encountered at Starbucks will explain things if you ask.

Because it’s definitely the fault of whatever barista you’re talking to that they have those names. And a good barista is definitely not going to want to clarify what you want just to make sure you get the right thing.

I have heard similar things and have always wanted to point out that I am six feet tall already. I will wear heels - I like them - but I have also found that the average dude does not like it when a woman is half a foot taller than him, which has happened (half a foot or more, really.) Sometimes heels just make