I'm starting to think most of my colleagues are actually Florida teens.

I can read quite a bit of ridiculousness and not be completely annoyed by it but after reading your highlights of this book, I can see this wouldn't be one of those times. That totally unbelievable-never-happened-blatant-lies "cervix story" has left me grossed out and a little angry. It's not sexy to write about…

Desperate. Usually for attention.

I'm not squeamish in the slightest, but the idea that someone with two dicks could sit down and write a passage where he fucks a woman's cervix out onto her sofa really doesn't sit well with me.

I once licked a pussy so furiously that it exploded and love juice filled the hull of the ship we were sailing in until the boat sunk. Then I used my titties like the propellers on a motorboat and took us safely to shore all while she fingerbanged my asshole. True story!

if i believed he was telling the truth about any of this, i would understand why anonymity would matter to him. but since i'm now convinced absolutely everything he says is a lie, he needs to show his face and prove some of this. at this point i don't even believe a word of it.

This guy reminds me if a friend I had in high school that was a compulsive liar. His lies started out small, for instance, he always claimed Ralph Macchio was his cousin. He was not. We all knew this, as even though his parents would back up his claims in front of his friends (No wonder he had a lying problem) they…

Look up Diphallia on google images and his complex will make way more sense. Most genetic anomalies like this lead to horrible disability. It makes sense that in order to cope with the thing that ostracizes you, you turn it on its head and make it the thing that makes you special. People do it with disease all the…

I know, I just keep expecting that maybe this time, it will be different. I'm still having rosebud flashbacks.

There this weird conflation of sex and violence where dudes feel like we have to hurt women or we're not really fucking them and satisfying them and therefore we're not being manly enough. It goes from something innocuous like "oh man I really wore her out last night" to shit like this.

Okay, that's where I was hoping you were headed, but I wasn't sure. And with that understood: agreed.

I am sorry it was confusing. I just meant that it is sad that he has to make a statement justifying himself at all to people, ie, having to explain that being gay is not going to impact his decisions on things. I would certainly like equal justification announcements from all the southern white men in the US who get…

I REALLY REALLY want to hear a white man make that kind of justification.

I was considering a variety of euphemisms. "Knocking boots" almost made an appearance, as did "shagging" but that made me giggle with the Austin Powers-ness. Genitals are all weird looking. No shame for anybody's bits here, whatever form they take.

Love your post, but I would prefer "pretties" instead of "uglies" . There is already enough genital shaming going on.

As a straight, white woman, I have a lot of privilege going on. However, I've had a few friends come out to me as gay and trans and it was so emotional...for both of us. The intimacy of that sharing is profound.

Healthy weight loss is far too slow for a tv show.

This is disgusting and horrible. Is it okay that, in addition to judging the show, I am judging the contestant who didn't visit his kid in the ICU because he didn't want to get kicked off the show? Because, ew.

I believe all of this. I knew there was now way you could healthily lose 50-100 lbs in a few months.

My kid thinks my Magic Wand is an oversized microphone. Mamma needs to practice her karaoke. A lot.