Did I read correctly that you yourself are only 17?

I love how they are showing you how to make avocado toast. Because it needs to be demonstrated.

soooooooo......

Also a possibility - We still live in an age where a LOT of people think that it’s ok to have sex with a girl when she’s passed out, and that that isn’t rape.

I smell what you’re stepping in, it’s cool. No worries!

Agreed, but this is a MUCH better story, and it also happens to be true.

Also, my dad would *never* just laugh at someone for kicking Pete. I’m pretty sure my dad loves the dog as much as he loves me. Maybe more. Unlike myself, Pete was never a teenaged girl who fought with him and called him an asshole.

It wasn’t *not* the dog park near 17th and R.

Seriously. Dogs hump each other. It’s what they fucking do.

This is an entirely true story.

So one time, my dad was in a dog park in DC, and his dog Pete starts humping another dog. The owner of the other dog came over and kicked Pete to get him off of the other dog. My dad, understandably, was like, “WTF dickhead, don’t kick my dog,” and the owner of the other dog responded…

Apparently the commenter created this handle solely to post this comment shaming a trauma survivor. Congratulations, you, sir or madam, are a load that someone should've swallowed instead.

Punch yourself in the face. Seriously. How/why was that post necessary?

Hardly ever?

She's right except for this time...

Um, why the fuck is Jezebel not reporting on the fact that Azeala Banks is a fucking Bill Cosby-supporting rape apologist???

At this point, there are two possibilities. Either you are trolling/bored and understand the analogy perfectly well, or you are incapable of anything other than completely literal thought, or you are an idiot. Either way, I haven't seen you give an inch on your point to anyone here, or acknowledge that anyone here…

When it comes over and over again, unrelentingly, after the person doesn't answer, and is accompanied by *following someone down the street* and demanding to know why they won't talk to you, yes, it actually can be.

You know what? While we are discounting lived experiences, how about this little experiment? How about I watch people repeatedly give you one of those ball grazes that look innocuous to the uninformed, but that all men say are actually more painful than a direct hit. After seeing you collapse on the floor with nausea…

You do understand that your analogy is a really poor one, right? You know your receptionist, you have a pre-existing set of circumstances that warrant and even encourage polite conversation. YOU WORK TOGETHER. You have an obligation to interact. That's not the same as me walking down the street and having people try…