They’re irredeemable. They’ll call on powerful publicist type friends who will write these bullshit redemption stories. They’ll act their part. They’ll tread that stage. They’ll pretend some sort of magnificent epiphany of their lifetime of bad behavior, and then other men will open them home with open arms. All will…

IIRC, she ghosted him and it was glorious.

“There is pride to be had where the prejudicial is practiced with precision in the trenchant triage of tactile terminations.”

You’re adorable.

I can’t even log into my old account here (Gawker time).

“the leader you deserve.” Let him work his way back up to be a leader. He doesn’t need to swan back into his choice job after a forced sabbatical.

A witch hunt. God, that pisses me off. You wanna know from witch hunts? Please read your history. What’s happening to these men doesn’t compare with the wholesale decimation of women, literally burned at the stake, because they could read. Or because they pissed someone off. Or because they were interfering with the…

Maybe I’m not cool anymore. Maybe I wasn’t cool the last time it was on either, but I can go for the rest of my life not seeing or hearing Roseanne.

Someone should make a spreadsheet of women finally calling men on their shit and the uptick in sex cult/taboo cult reports. It always happens. I think it’s male hysteria.

I sat there in shock election night, but I cried on the day after. Since then, I’ve been leaning heavily on my Cheetos-Xanax-Wine diet. Interestingly, I’ve lost nearly 30 lb, so the grief/stress diet really really works.

Maybe they’ll share a room with Woody Allen.

I never really *really* understood until now the pithiness and truth of my grandma’s aphorism “he’s following his dick around.”

It’s a wonder they don’t walk out into traffic. Why don’t they? Can we arrange that?

I read that Aslan was in the closet, though.

At this point, I believe the person of lesser power. I’ve known too many asshole rapist types in my long life to give any of them the benefit of the doubt anymore. As my husband and I discussed just last night: 1. It’s no longer he said/she said. It’s she screwed up her courage and laid her life/career/societal…

Same. I consider myself a refugee from fundamentalism. I wait with bated breath to be challenged by these clowns on scripture because scripture—and I know that I know that I know it—is why I’m an atheist now.

“It was a different time. We should cut them a break.” Or whatever. Just because it happened 30 years ago doesn’t mean it was okay. Just because it happened 30 years ago doesn’t make the assault/harassment disappear, nor does it make its effects moot. Just because it was 30 years ago doesn’t mean he hasn’t always been…

You know what really grinds my gears? THIS:

I guess it’s full of his binders of women.

I knew Anna Torv way before I knew who Carrie Coon was. Fringe had already ended the first time I even recall seeing Carrie Coon (Gone Girl). If anything, Carrie Coon reminds me of Anna Torv, not the other way around. That being said, CC was cheated out of an Emmy for The Leftovers. Three times. CAN’T I LOVE THEM BOTH?

I don’t know how it fell to me, but in our family, it’s my job to counsel the younger women to not get married. I always do, too. “You realize, even though there’s a room full of people out there, you don’t HAVE to do this. Everyone will understand. You don’t HAVE to do it.” It’s worked once, so far. If one niece had…