StanSitwell
Stan Sitwell
StanSitwell

Ah clever, yes blame all men and the pursuit of potential relationships for what the crazy asshole does. It is not all the same, coming up to and talking to a woman in a public place isn’t a prelude to a stabbing, a rape or any other form of violence. And when it is it isn’t representative of men just trying to do

I want so much more information about this story... Was it just the one disc watched repeatedly or did he have a 90s-style CaseLogic book of discs? Who decided that this was worthy of a “sting operation”? Presumably everyone he worked with knew something if he spent half of every shift watching porn, but who do you

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I never said she shouldn’t enjoy fashion. Making clothes, drawing pictures, making scrapbooks, etc. are all enriching pursuits for a child. It’s the blog I object to. Why does a child need publicity?

Gonna make a sweeping judgement here. Chime in if you disagree. A five year old should not have a blog. Ever.

The sheer amount of stories that start or end with “I was 12” “I was 11” “I was 9” NINE! NINE FOR CHRISTSSAKES! I was flabberghasted sifting through all the stories shared. It makes me sick to my stomach....I can’t even articulate my rage right now.

Imagine being the supervisor to someone with such a terrible attitude and lack of professionalism? It destroys morale, doesn’t matter the field. If you feel ‘put out’ before yr first day, piss off.

yeah, if someone posts about how they work at starbuck, but hate coffee, I’m just going to shrug and move on with my life. Dealing with children is slightly more high-stakes

Yeeeeah. On one hand, we all need to vent. On the other hand, would I feel comfortable leaving my nieces and nephews with someone who proclaimed that she hates being around a lot of kids and working at a daycare?

I’d be more sympathetic to her if she didn’t work with kids. They deserve better, and the daycare was right to fire her.

I’m sort of torn here. A part of me is like, chill out ladies, it was just a stupid Facebook post. And another part of me thinks that if my niece’s or nephew’s caregiver went on Facebook talking about how they don’t like kids and/or dealing with a lot of kids, I might suggest that my brothers find a new place to take

John Stockton went to Gonzaga and no one has ever had a problem accusing him of being dirty. But it looks to me like they got tangled up as Love was trying to push off and Olynyk was trying to pull him by to go for the loose ball. Could it have been dirty? Of course, but if you watched that clip without Kevin Love

Yeah, this seems to me like a classic example of a player doing something that’s well within the norms of the game and having a terrible outcome, illustrating why that probably shouldn’t be within the norms of the game in the first place. I’m curious whether players outside of this series are going to perceive what

Wow, that’s the Zapruder angle.

It seems like you’re expecting him not to have any feelings about what happened, which I think is unfair. If I were him, I would feel frustrated and confused and used. Maybe there are some nuances of his behavior that aren’t coming through here, but just going by what you’ve written it doesn’t seem like his reaction

I’m sorry to say this, but I don’t think he overreacted at all. You clearly weren’t intentionally leading him on or anything, but you must have confused the hell out of him. First you want to fuck him, then you don’t, then you really want to fuck him and ask him to go out to buy condoms, and then you tell him you

I am struggling to see how/where he created drama. You might be projecting, because I think he handled being yanked around pretty well. Your behavior was very hot and cold, and when I put myself in his shoes it doesn’t feel good. It sucks to be a rebound to someone who’s using you to work out their own personal shit

how exactly would I forgive Chris Evans and Jeremy Renner when I’m not angry enough (read: not angry at all) to require forgiveness?

Tony Stark was a WAY bigger slut than Natasha Romanoff.