SarahEmCee
SarahEmCee
SarahEmCee

Do you think that treating someone who asked a one-sentence question in the way that you did makes you somehow worth of respect yourself?

That’s okay. We women don’t know what it’s like to automatically be taken seriously, either.

Isn’t it fascinating that a piece about the sexual harassment women face at work makes these men go, “But what about my dating options!” instead of feeling sympathy for their female coworkers?

If you’re stupid enough to ask such a dumb question, the answer for you is no, because you’ve demonstrated that you have the social IQ of a grapefruit and would be incapable of doing it respectfully. Men who think “don’t ask your coworkers out” is a reasonable guideline for the sake of making women feel safe at work

Get over yourself. I’m a Hillary supporter that plans on voting with the party.

They just want their men to DRESS like JFK..just dress like him.. i guess a gal gets tired of hoisting down size 52 waist dockers pleated front easy fit khakis every night, and dreams of a man that doesn’t dress like a diabetic Youth Pastor cruising the restrooms at the local state park

I know a lot of people disagree with me, but I think finding anonymous birth parents and sperm/egg donors is very, very wrong. Most people decide to give kids up for adoption with the expectation that they will never be found. Who knows what decision they would make if they were instead told their adopted children

Would being a person of color make your situation easier? Would being female make it easier, or harder? The elevated status of white men *is* helping you. It helps you every day. The very fact that you feel your particular situation -with it’s own difficulties to be sure- *should* be addressed in a thread dealing with

heartbreaking, but has (almost) always been true in my experience.

I turned 30 last summer and it’s like men have a 6th sense about it. Fewer dudes are hitting on me and when I meet a guy, I no longer immediately feel like he’s checking me out.

Yeah, I have a friend who recently got married, and I was super bummed and I’ll say it, I was hella jealous. I kept harping to my boyfriend about it and he said “listen, just be happy for her. I know her, this will probably be the last big thing that will probably happen in her life. You will have lots of big things

Ok, so I replied to the “35,male” commenter lhpsdm, and he dismissed me because I guess he couldn’t handle people calling him on his bullshit so here’s my comment (I’m supremely irritated with the mansplainers on this and the Bjork post, ugh) :

Women are not going to start claiming too much. Women are just getting closer to claiming something closer to their share. What looks like overreach is simply reach.

My first day off in twelve days is tomorrow. Emily is happy to celebrate by sitting in the window and judging me.

I’ve probably joined WW 25 times in my life. I think they started going downhill when they went to the point system. Before that, it was a stricter plan. When I first went to it, there were absolute requirements, such as one slice of bread per day, three eggs a week, up to four fruits a day, etc. There were also

I’m on Weight Watchers right now, and it’s working really well for me. I need sine level of accountability to stick to it. I’ll ignore an app forever. I’m sure there’s easier/cheaper ways to lose weight, but this has been the best for me and I’m happy to just feel a little healthier. I hope the option remains.

Perpetual single here - if this is a real story, what exactly does this relationship bring that would make you put up with even 10% of this?

The love of my life was an enormous black cat. He was my Baby Boy, spoiled to the core. Wherever I was, he was. He slept in my bed (behind my knees or next to my head on the pillow), had his own personal food bowls in my bedroom, and basically ran the entire household (when I was young and still lived at home, my mom

This beautiful boy was a major part of my life for almost 15 years. I was a lonely, friendless child, and he made me happy. When I was fifteen and he was only five, someone kicked him; rupturing his chest wall, breaking his ribs, and displacing his vital organs. Somehow, he survived the thirteen surgeries that

I hate to break it to you, but abortion is the process of making sure the fetus isn’t alive when it comes out. Sooooo, since it was a botched abortion, they should have completed it.