I think I fall on the side of "People have sex to get what they need." If what you need is an orgasm, then having an orgasm is what you should get. But as a happily single lady, I have plenty of orgasms on my own. An orgasm given to me by a partner feels no better or worse than one I give myself. What I get out of…

It's a very minor procedure, I'm not sure why you seem to think otherwise. You are attempting to invalidate our genuine experiences and that definitely warrants being told to simmer down.

I think you nailed it. People want us to be sad because then they have an easier time processing their feelings on the matter. Being faced with women who really did think of it as just another thing makes it more difficult for the type of person who is pro-choice... as long as you feel appropriately bad about it.…

Everybody knows that racism targeting Asians isn't real racism. They're all so smart and industrious — who cares if we make slanty-eyed faces every once in a while?

Sooooo...a double blowie is two mouths, one cock? Cuz I always thought they were two cocks, one mouth. Which I've done. Don't judge me.

This is correlation, not causation. I think it's pretty clear the actual causation is the fact that women on birth control are obviously huge sluts whom God then strikes down with blindness.

It's so weird that POCs always get identified by their race and white people don't. Like your example. Or I happened to randomly watch this bit on Jimmy Kimmel and this guy was describing celebrities to blindfolded people. For the two white ones, he never mentioned their race. For the two black ones, it was one of the…

As a Latino who grew up on hot sauce (I'm pretty sure I drank it from a bottle), all these comments regarding fire shits amuse me. In regards to a "cleanse", I make taco salads pretty frequently when I work on losing weight. All you really do is forgo the tortilla and put all those delicious meats and guacamole and…

If you eat tacos for enough consecutive days, do you have spiritual experiences? Like will you have hallucinations of corn shell-filled delight?

Shh, you'll ruin next week's fundraiser: Shame a Slut. Students chase a faux-pregnant woman around campus and corner her and berate/lie to her for several hours. Whoever convinces her to keep the sin-baby gets a bro-hug and a Rick Perry t-shirt!

"These are facts I can deal with. Talking about happy dances "
Oh, fuck off, I did like, 50 happy dances when my abortion was complete and I got my first period. Guess who it was necessary for? ME! So ya know, stop trying to speak for other people.

Alright Judgey McJudgerson, everyone deals with things differently and expression through humor is nothing new. Simmer down and move on if you don't like it.

I really hope you do get counseling, and I mean that in a loving way (since I know it's hard to tell tone through text). I've had an abortion, and I volunteered at Planned Parenthood for years and spoke to many women having abortions and having post-abortion counseling. Most women don't feel so awful about it that…

Your feelings about your decision are valid. The posters who are joking about their decisions are having valid feelings too. Everyone is allowed to process and cope in their own way. For some people, it involves guilt and grieving and for others it involves relief. As long as you don't expect people to feel exactly as…

That's not to say that we be flip about it and discount real feelings that women have, but if we removed the stigma, women would be free to feel how they genuinely feel about it not influenced by what others say or think.

I think the point is that it's valid to feel sad, and it's valid to not feel sad. Your reaction is normal and so is hers.

Awesome, thanks dude! Happy to be of service. You know, every time someone laughs about abortion, an angel gets flirted with by a hot busboy and bitterly regrets its eternal non-corporeal existence. So good on ya! ;)

I never regretted my abortion! Ha-hahaha, it's good to be a witch!

Even after I had decided to follow through with my pregnancy at 19 years of age, the place I went to for help was only interested in talking me into giving my son up for adoption. This included telling me what a shit mom I'd be and how much better his life would be with someone else. A delightful experience.

Another…