How lucky for you. Having actually been raped, I think I have a perfectly good working understanding of what it is. Diluting rape? Christ on a cracker. Rape is potent enough to include all of its varieties without losing its sting. And don't ever call me sweetie, as I am not your wife or daughter and I'm definitely…

It's rape. You're just an asshole that wants 32 flavors of nonconsensual sex.

(Excitedly heads to Pinterest to add my new virtual bestie Diane Keaton)

Stealing her property and then telling her that in order to have her own property back she must be violated repeatedly is quite a set of "choices". That's duress, not consent.

My best friends are my cats and my husband! So, yes, I think we are the same person. I'm so bad at keeping in touch and I need so much quiet downtime to tinker on my own that I think I'd make a shitty friend. I mean, sometimes you just need to do embroidery on the couch in your underwear all weekend.

It triggered me. I actually felt like I might throw up and I had to curl up in a ball for a minute

Oh no. I would freeze up and cry or hyperventilate or everything at once.

Thank you! I'm working on it. I have PTSD and I think I've formed a bad habit of pushing people away when I start to feel close to them. I'm in therapy now and slowly branching out.

I love women in suits. I've never tried to wear one myself, but I think it is such a display of confidence. Maybe that will be my quest for my 30's- find and wear an amazing suit.

That's what I thought. She's an inch away from showing us the curtains.

I like the third one on the top row. I don't know why, but I'd wear it.

I just love them and I get all excited and feel all the fuzzies for them. I long for close female friendships, but I have trouble forming and keeping them. Tastee and Poussey are my patron saints of friendship.

We should turn this into bingo.

I'm 28. It's a lifetime thing I think.

Oh SHIT. I got goosebumps. Toast to my sliver of good judgement tonight!

Hey, me too! Teens and early twenties were just a blur of drug use and nakedness. followed by rehab and far less nakedness.

I avoid storm drains to this day.

I was in the Scared Straight program in high school and I remember one or two of the other kids in the group had violated their probations by using that gypsum weed stuff. I made a mental note to try it, because it grew wild in my city, but then didn't. Guess that was fortunate for me.

No, rape is not always a violent crime. When I was in elementary school and my father was molesting and eventually raping me, there was no fighting. Sometimes rape is holding your breath and tensing up and crying silently while you scream on the inside.

This is fucking horrible. I have a son and a daughter, and I feel much more confident in my ability to parent her in a way that doesn't shame her and allows her to be a whole person than I do in making sure my son doesn't turn out to be a douchebag or a rapist. Anyone know of good books or whatever that might help…