For me it was the slow horror of watching absolutely everybody else start to change and just... nothing happening on my end. Wondering if it would ever. I didn’t get my period until I was 15 and I didn’t start budding breasts until high school; my best friend was a C-cup by sixth grade. Same thing is happening to my…
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The io9 is afflicted with a small but particularly dedicated group of vacuous trolls, fyi. It’s what they make the dismiss button for.
Not even blond. Pass.
Yes. If you look at the numbers, the Emma surge started right after that. And lasted... years. Emma is the Sarah/Mary of our age.
Sarah? There were about five Sarahs in every class I had growing up.
Well, I’ll bookmark the comments on this article for the next time anyone complains that feminists willfully misunderstand science for the sake of “crying” sexism.
Same. Me and Mr. Cat had a really frank discussion about this before we got hitched: being in shape is very important to how both of us view each other as physically attractive. We’re both gym rats. If one of us gets tired of maintaining a body the other finds sexually desirable, that means they’re tired of the…
Joss, Joss, Joss... it was neither “resonant” nor “extraordinary.” It was so pat that Mr. Cat turned to me in the theater when it happened with a laugh and said, verbatim: “I was waiting for somebody to get Joss’d.”
I feel you, bro. I feel you. Kid!me always wondered why actively pursuing boys got me zero play, while they all pined for the bitchy goth chick who didn’t want to date any of them. Yet when I was good and sick of boys and ignored them all in college, they suddenly couldn’t get enough.
I don’t disagree, especially if we’re talking high school/college levels of maturity here, but that in and of itself is just a coat of paint on the centuries’, if not millennia old “play hard to get” advice. Nobody, man or woman, likes someone to seem desperate. It’s boner/ladyboner kryptonite.
Fair enough, but those are the three things that actually work. If you’ve ever seen a “neg” in action in real life, it’s comedy gold, and in real life, women flee from men who are constantly trying to touch them, not the other way around. Any “success” someone’s going to have through “PUA” techniques are going to be a…
See, this is what I don’t get about the whole PUA sub-culture. All of this advice boils down to:
I know what the answer is supposed to be, that it takes longer with the headwind, because the boost on the way back isn’t as great as the drag on the way there, but when I actually google flights with and against the jet stream, and compare them to flights of identical length without the jet stream (say, Tokyo to LA…
Holy shit, I’ve never actually met another person who was also allergic to raw tomatoes before!
Interesting point. I’ve been playing multiplayer FPS games for over a decade, but I only recently got into MOBAs (specifically, League) and that was one thing I noticed: if something happens, it’s never, ever a result of your opponent’s skill. It is ALWAYS (at least, according to your teammates) because you fucked up.…
Couldn’t stick the flounce, eh.
I don’t think a lot of guys realize just how horrifying it is to be hit on by fully grown men when you’re just a young girl yourself. Maybe they’re think that they would have been delighted if an older woman hit on them when they were boys, or maybe it’s because there’s this societal rhetoric that women like older…
You would seriously just let some random woman who’d just taken out your friends with a grenade flip you around rather than shoot her in the leg? Not even put your gun into “non-lethal” mode just like the two other guys had discussed doing earlier on in the clip? Remind me never to be on your squad in some sci-future…
How do they magically not hear the explosions? At the least they see an unknown presumably hostile person throw something in the direction of their colleagues, followed by an explosion and gunfire going silent. You don’t have to be Einstein to figure out that an ineffectual shoulder grab might not be the way to go,…