Starred for use of the word cromulent.

I outgrew my Barbies (too poor for AG) around 12. I had a couple of friends and a little sister that still enjoyed the elaborate soap opera stories we created with them so maybe that extended it? Also, I’m only 30 so this wasn’t that long ago.

Now that you mention it, I do! That was when she had her own show, right?

Neither of my parents drank or had alcohol in our house growing up either. Had my first drink at 12, drunk at 13 and then drank way too much every weekend until I was about 19. I ended up not drinking from about 19ish to 24 because I just didn’t see the point. It wasn’t fun anymore.

Ha! My parents installed a 3rd party spy product called Cyber Patrol. It wasn’t nearly as detailed as what you describe though. It logged which websites we visited and gave my parents the options to block or limit sites and set time limits on use. It was frustrating at first but my siblings and I all figured out how…

This doesn’t surprise me at all. My grandma read true crime novels all the time. They were her favorite genre. I couldn’t read them knowing such atrocious acts had happened to real people. I asked her once why the true crime versus the completely fictional ones. She said it was cathartic. That she was reading them to…

I was with you right until the last sentence. Mentally ill people are already stigmatized by our society, they really don’t need to be lumped into this. That creates a logic loop that is dangerous especially since the mentally ill are more likely to be on the receiving end of violence. ‘All mass murderers are mentally…

I do want to add, I think in cases like Eliot Rogers, male entitlement absolutely played a part in his decision to murder people. His frightening and disgusting manifesto made it clear that he felt entitled to women’s attention, to their bodies for his pleasure and when he was denied what he felt he was entitled to he…

Correction: endless and justifiable outrage.

I am not ungreying trolls. But I will address some points. First, gentlemen, ‘male tears’ is not a synonym with having emotions. I, as I’m sure most feminists agree, want you to have feelings, want you to be able to express them and have them validated. Having emotions is not the issue we’re calling out.

Agree in a way. I don’t know that male entitlement is the sole factor causing male violence, but I do think it informs and contributes it. And I’m not 100% sold on equating mass shootings to male entitlement, but her brief mentions of the myriad other ways males can be violent or overly aggressive specifically related…

The article is short but worth a read. It discusses how patriarchy, bruised egos and male entitlement contribute to the male mass killers in North America. The comments quickly devolved to #notallmen MRA male tears mess. I mean, basically, the comments proved out part of the article’s thesis.

I’m the same as your wife! I discovered the ability to squirt when we went past the ‘too intense’ feeling. And like her, I enjoy a good squirt every once and awhile but the feeling is too intense. Its pleasuable but almost too stimulating. I prefer regular old orgasms.

Me too! My mini vibe positioned just below and to the side of the clit makes me gush!

Not everyone realizes monogamy isn’t for them prior to being in a long term relationship.

Can you please tell my best friend this? He and his wife have been miserable from very early on in their marriage. But with two kids, they refuse to divorce until the kids graduate. Oh, and neither will seek counselling, together or alone. He knows I’m a child of ‘grey divorce’ that happened when I was 17. He knows…

How ethical???? Oh no you didn’t! Two wrongs don’t make a right, regardless of how ‘ethical’ you feel the 2nd wrong was.

Three stories. First is tangently related to parents.

I worked as the shipping and receiving manager at a nationwide chain store that mostly employed women. We were one of the smaller stores and I probably could have unloaded our weekly shipment myself but corporate required atleast one other employee to be there with me. It was generally either early morning or late…

Oh... I know I’m called a slut. I don’t care. I don’t believe in the actual concept of slut or whore. That’s just a derogatory way of saying a woman likes sex, and I ain’t gonna be a party to that bullshit. I’m not going to apologize for liking sex. I had tons of casual sex in my 20’s and it was fun then. I’m nearly…