Apparently, he’s just a member of the He-Man Woman Hater’s Club

Mind you, unless the article is wrong, he’s a U of M professor who started this at MSU... they’re rival colleges. So it’s ESPECIALLY weird.

As a boring, average, white middle class woman from the Midwest, this stuff just breaks my heart. I just want to give everyone who has to deal with this bullshit a big hug. It’s just so UNFAIR. And I know if I were to see this, even speaking up about it to let the person who was enduring this kind of nonsense know…

My mom and sister went with me to see Jonathan Louis once. It was awesome in that it was a small room of about 50 ppl and he insisted on making sure each group of people got a reading before he was over — staying about an hour and a half longer than the session time.

I want to star this more, because it’s sweet AND makes me feel less pathetic.

As an anxiety-filled Generation X’er, let me help you Millennial womenfolk out: Women’s Libido tablets from Gaia Herbs. Bought them once years and years ago on a whim, because my libido was nonexistent thanks to my anxiety meds, and that was just sad — not that had an outlet for it beyond technology, but STILL. COME…

You know, you’re probably spot on. Thinking of all the dogs at the park, the worst OWNERS are the ones with pits. The dogs are generally fine, but EVERY dog needs an authoritative owner. They want a human that’s strong and gives them rules, because they want to know their place in the pack. But yeah, the pit owners…

Posted a little about it upthread, but I’ve always been a huge mush when animals are involved, especially with cartoons. And then I saw The Good Dinosaur, and I was a mess. I still can’t get that flick out of my head. Baby Arlo FTW!

You see The Good Dinosaur? Arlo just.. omg. SO adorable. I couldn’t take it. His eyes. That snooter.

...whose mouth puckers like an anus...

Dude, the other day someone brought an adult Leonberger to the dog park for the first time. It got into the kiddie pool and looked EXACTLY like that. For a minute, I was a little afraid she was stuck.

Thank you! It was so nice of you to take the time to write this, Internet friend. :o) I think part of the problem is that, being in southern Michigan, NOTHING is fresh around here. Veggies just don’t seem to last more than a day before they spoil. And I’m a food coward. I just have to get back in the habit of cooking.…

Speaking of, I need vegetable recipes, people! I’ve spent a year and a half eating terrible, horrible things for my body, because my dog has been ill (cancer) and it’s been imperative to help keep him eating, so I’d get takeout from places where there’d be something he’d eat, so I’d end up eating terribly too. He’s…

...and daddy taking on roles he is not biblically mandated to...

It made me so mad I took a smartphone photo.

Then of course there’s Phantasmagoria. Which was both enraging and nauseating.

I might be misremembering.. this could be the Black Cauldron.

I absolutely agree. The first one was a game. The ones since have all been you having to do the same thing over and over and over. Pointless.

And then, of course, there was the one scene in one of them where to move on in the game you had to tie a rubber chicken to a tree and use it to launch a piece of cheese up at the moon. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK. I had to look that one up in the cheat book to figure it out. It still pisses me…

I just remember that in — I think it was that very first one — there was a box at the end of the bed and you KNEW there was something in it. But this was when you had to type in what you wanted the character to do. And if you didn’t choose EXACTLY the right word it was looking for, you were fucked.