YES! And I am praying that I live to see the day when men no longer speak/act one way (respectfully) to each other, and another (hypocritically, condescendingly) to us. THAT will be the day when men’s spaces are finally, truly feminist.

Starring to send a hug that I hope will help relieve some of the hurt.

We have one just like him up here in Canada, too. Ever hear of Jian Ghomeshi?

Pretty sure they’d rather douse themselves in kerosene and dash through a burning building than do that. Third-degree burns, pssh. Giving yourself the third degree, and interrogating every assumption that’s been drilled into your head since you were in diapers? Aieeeeeee!

At this rate, it’s now “Fuck you, I’ve got mine...and now I’ve got all of yours, too.”

At this rate, floppy disks and thumb drives will actually make a comeback, at least in the journo trade. Saving it on one’s work computer only is the dumbest thing one could do.

They’re great at observing everybody BUT themselves, it seems. And that stands to reason: when a man confronts another man about his rampant sexism, it means he then has to turn around and apply the same standard to himself, and to every icky thought he’s ever had about bending that hot female staffer over her desk.…

By “both sides”, he meant Nazis and KKK. Everyone else there isn’t even human to Donnie Babyhands.

Here’s hoping the recruiters see that and turn him away.

O Anonymous Twitter Hero, whoever thou art...I salute thee.

Somebody needs to tell these guys that the mustache-twirling prospective rape accuser in the dark alley is actually the one least likely to pounce on them, just as the mustache-twirling prospective rapist is the one least likely to pounce on us.

I hope Mr. King of Pussy Posse got his pussy that night!

Sriracha sunflower seeds? GIMME. I don’t care from how long ago they are. I am PMSing like a mofo, and my period is late to boot. I can use all the salt and umami I can get.

Not yet, but I’ve read the book. In English. I have it in German on Kindle, but the language is more ponderous in that than the translation. I should read it in German now so I can see if the translator did a good job...

Thanks for the recommend! I’m German-speaking (Canadian) and know the Bayrisch accent well, so I’m sure I’ll get the gist even without subtitling. (I noticed that a lot of humor and wordplay get lost in the German/English translation of various films, anyhow. Maybe that’s why German movies have an undeserved…

Kinda like that “shocked, SHOCKED” scene in Casablanca. Gambling in the casino? You don’t say!

There’s a natural timbre that he can’t even control that vibrates the pelvic bone of whomever he’s making eye contact with.

Not quite on topic, but:

Right? As though it mattered whether it was a little warm outside or hell was so solid you could skate on it. Sexual assault doesn’t care what the climate is doing, dude.