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It’s worth taking into account that the entire study group was Stanford students, thus, very young men in a highly competitive atmosphere. So, not really a diverse sampling. I suspect that had they done the same study with men over, say 35 or 40 (more secure in their masculinity, less touchy about who they or the

I will never understand the name Boston Pizza. I rep my hometown pretty hard but we do not have good pizza.

perfect.

I flagged the post, and I’m sure at least one other person flagged it, and yet here it is, a couple of hours later. So pathetic.

peace and love.

Irony.

Wait...is “stinky pussy” a real stereotype about white people? Or any race? I have never heard that one.

Responding to you instead of the troll. Please flag them.

Bitch, please. Don’t tell me that my POV, and the POV of my mother, my grandmothers, my great-great grandmothers, my aunts, my cousins, my sisters—biological, legal, and social—is unimportant to me. I will step on your long dress and make your pearls choke your throat.

Joke’s you Mr. Troll - I’m a 57 year old guy.

I’ve read WonderWomanist’s posts on this issue and, while I admire and respect her, I disagree with her on this issue.

I’ve already been falsely accused of saying that Dolezal isn’t lying about abuse suffered at the hands of her parents, so the ensuing opprobrium from this comment won’t be surprising.

Troll harder. 0/5

meotional distress

Are you from Massachusetts? I was a young adult up there in 1988 and once the “tank video” hit I knew he’d lose.

I felt the same way (though I think much of it was projected onto me from my parents at that age). I remember the rage quite clearly, and not totally understanding why.

That was likely because it was the teeny tiny era between the end of the Cold War and start of the War on Terror. As much as I liked Clinton, I can’t really credit him with being responsible for that.

and remember feeling both an incredible rage and a sense of hopeless doom when I’d heard Michael Dukakis had lost

I was 6 years old in 1988 and remember feeling both an incredible rage and a sense of hopeless doom when I’d heard Michael Dukakis had lost.