FUCK YES. I just did a fist pump. I'm even seeing from progressive, feminist people I follow on social media the idea that Jackie's story is somehow completely disproven, all because the date might be wrong, or the frat claims there was no party that night (even though I read that the governing body of the frat…

I agree. Between Rolling Stone, The Washington Post and the letter from Phi Kappa Psi, I haven't seen anything definitive that discounts Jackie.

Minor discrepancies can be easily explained with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Most people who've had a traumatizing incident don't recall it with perfectly linear order. It's more like recalling a dream. And some details may never resurface. I don't recall the exact dates of times when I was traumatized. I know the…

Does it though? From what I've read, Phi Psi essentially said they didn't have an official function that weekend, that they don't use ritualized sexual assault as an initiation, and that none of their members worked as a life guard. But none of that disproves that they were the frat house at which Jackie's assault…

Sometimes it's better just to close your eyes and wait until it's all over.

Even if his opinion isn't as understanding as we want it to be, I'm glad he came out and said all of this. I feel like it will influence a certain sector of the population that wouldn't otherwise consider those points.

It's like we're joking about actually being sick or morning sickness is a cutesy, fun thing. It's not. It's terrible and it gets scary when you start working about it effecting the baby.

slow clap. seriously, that is awesome.

That's not repugnant, she was just displaying the reason behind her frequent bathroom breaks. Some people are visual learners. Her manager just needed to be visually learnt.

There were times, in between the hospital stays, where I was weak from the HG and because of that- I couldn't jump up and run anywhere or I'd pass out. So what was I going to do? Barf in the trash raw or on the floor? No, you keep a bag handy to catch that shit and you deal with it as best you can.

I explained my "morning" sickeness to an organizer of a meeting once, and told her that I would really like to be put at X hour of the day, rather than Y, as I had been getting ill at Y hour. She scheduled me during Y hour, and I left twice during the talk to vomit.

When you're dry having/barfing pretty much steadily 18/7, you keep bags handy. I didn't want to relive the Lardass scene from Stand By Me.

Those managers are enemabags. So is anyone who gets snotty about pregnant women trying to exist while being pregnant.

Not to mention, many people will not mess with a heavily pregnant woman.

A Scot is a Brit...

Their hobbies are railing about ethics in videogaming journalism.

herpes in your eyes and your penis can retract into your body and what guinea worms are and that our eyelashes are full of parasites and their feces

Thanks for your note. I'm kind of glad it did. It was a turning point for me-I realized that I was under no obligation to waste time being polite to people who are bothering me. They get one chance to realize their attention is unwanted and make a graceful exit. When my friends call out the safety word, I have…

"what, you think you can be in public and not have to talk to people?"

Oh this shit again. I remember when I was younger, I was not so much angry as just confused by men who got angry when rejected. I was shy but I guess attractive enough that I got this shit a lot. It started out as unreciprocated flirting and ended in telling everyone what a fucking bitch I was for thinking I was too…