Agreed, I had the same experience playing on PS3 with CoD versus Xbox. I’ve literally never had anyone rag on me for being female on PSN, and I use voice chat for (every one of) the hundreds, if not thousands, of matches I’ve played. XBox though? Holy shiiiiit.

Honestly, this gels with my experience. I’ve never had a genuinely skilled player resort to misogynistic insults when I was playing, whether I won or lost.

This will sound like an exaggeration to anyone who hasn’t experienced it themselves, I’m sure, but damn, he’s worse than the (ex-)boyfriend I had who threw a controller across the room so hard after losing to me he broke it. I have no freaking idea why losing hurts manly feels so much in vidya gaem. It’s not like…

Sssssh, sssh. Don’t bring facts into this. Everyone is having an outrage party, and nobody wants Debbie Downer’s “numbers” and “reality.”

I’m about 99% sure that’s the joke.

This exactly. We actually pay for it - our “EI vacations”, too. Though one of my (male) coworkers did take the full 35 weeks off after his wife took the 15. That was pretty cool.

I’ve come to the realization that I, too, would be okay with a Grey Dystopian Smock, so long as it was comfortable. I realize that people get a lot of joy out of fashion, and I wouldn’t want to deprive them of that, but I also wish that I could just... opt out of the whole endeavor. Luckily, at least for casual…

But I don’t think Kaitlyn can handle the truth. She’s not half as hot as my ex-girlfriend

I’m not “fudging the math,” I’m telling you how much it costs where I live. I do not live in CA, or the US, at all. I’ve looked into adoption with my partner because that’s what we’ve considered and $30-$50K are the ranges we were given by professionals; between that, and our public health care system that will foot…

Mr. Cat cooks because he likes to (and is better at it, frankly), I do the dishes. He does the vacuuming, I do the laundry. He does the general tidying up, I do the bathrooms. He does the shopping (he’s thriftier, and knows what a ripe whatever looks like, it’s all a mystery to me), I do everything to do with the car…

Ugh. Ugh. Articles like this just make me love Mr. Cat so goddamned much. Not only does he do at least half the chores, he does so without question. Never leaving him.

I’ll probably get around to reading the rest of this when it’s finally over. The release schedule is just to slow, and one too many chapters where fuck all happens - when you only get one chapter a month - made me abandon it.

10 mil is pitiful, so I don’t think even boys want the “fun” Entourage is offering.

I remember that time, too: we called it “high school.”

Potted plant? Sure. Cut flowers? Naaaah. When I was still dating, before I met Mr. Cat, I told every guy I dated I didn’t want flowers - I’d rather have wine or something - and you’d be surprised how many just straight up ignored it. (That or assumed I was lying.)

Bah, I could take or leave any of this stuff, but I find Mr. Cat’s love of indie games oddly adorable. I’ll be swearing at someone in a game of League and he’ll be playing an obscure Korean import about cats with samurai swords, or an art game that’s really about depression, and afterwards he’ll tell me all about what…

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.

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…

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.