Which is presumably why you continually write here? Like, honey, are you shitting your proverbial bed for another reason? Doesn’t anyone in real life talk to you? Send me your postal address, I can send you a letter.

Sad!

So, the answer would then be: no, you aren’t able of (or willing to engage in) critical thought.

The fact that you responded to this story defensively and made it about you doesn’t really do you any favours, but no, based on what you said I do not think you are a “troglodite sexist”. I do think you may wish to examine why you felt under attack here, however. Because what is written in this article, and the…

I actually stopped reading Gawker mainpage, maybe about two years ago. There was a real shift in commentary around then, and I felt it wasn’t not a good use of my time (it was making me unhappy and angry, as opposed to what it usually had been which was amused or interested, and sometimes incensed). I also stopped…

Hoo, boy — I almost read that article, as I read the description and thought “oh my god, I did that when I was in my early twenties!” and hadn’t really thought about it since and was a bit curious about it as a purported phenomenon. But when clicking through out of curiousity, and seeing the redirect to Gidmozo, I…

In lieu of any additional information, I’ve decided to imagine that something about the ordering of shwarma lead to the ruin of the party.

Oh honey, we all read those authors in first year uni, you’re not impressing anyone. Using ellipticals without rhyme or reason in a fucking messaging board doesn’t make you William Carlos Williams. Like, you’re a bigot, we REALLY get it, but your half-assed poetic aspirations (or really—and let’s be honest here— your…