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basic-humanity

And that experience is far different for the Black students in his classroom, than the White students... which *does* make it abusive. Not to mention the fact that he’s set up a “pissing contest” debate of judgement by students with his question, the kind of stuff that argues “It’s valid to be hurt by one thing and

The road to Hell is paved with “good intentions.”

Actually, let’s call him a fatherfucker.

“Personal reasons” can cover a whole lot of territory.
It can, indeed, be personal reasons... or, it can be the go-to response of someone who is being screwed over and doesn’t want to flush their career out the airlock by saying what the *real* reasons are.

I once used the “personal reasons” for quitting a job. The

Helping you out here a bit:

“Consent” LITERALLY means “Yes.” Literally. As in the definition.

It does not mean “not saying no”.

Reluctance is not consent. Unresponsiveness is not consent. A polite, meek “I’m not sure” or “I don’t know” or “well maybe not” is not consent—-especially since so many women have been conditioned to give those types of

And now I’m laughing even harder. I think I have a headache from laughing so hard. :D

Priceless. Oh gods I needed that laugh. :D

Actually, some of us do. To boil it down, for a great many it’s basically Stockholm Syndrome. For others, it’s like Nazi sympathizers trying to buy their way into better treatment/more power from the Nazis in Germany.

PS, I think I screwed up trying to recommend your comment. Apologies.

One of the best tools you can have in your toolbox is to turn off your inner narrative of what you think of your friend, and actually *listen* when a woman tries to tell you a guy is “being creepy, won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, etc.”

Kissell13 said, “All of your rapists? How many police reports were made. How many did you report to anyone. If that answer is ZERO, then no one feels sorry for you.” 

THIS. Absolutely THIS.

Can I give you a bit of advice here?

Been going through something lately myself—-another version of the “talking down to kids.” It’s the family-hierarchy model, where your parents, aunts and uncles, never see you as their adult equal, even though you are a parent and grandparent yourself, and earned every grey hair you have.

The fear in this breaks my heart. The determination to cherish in the face of fear and be triumphant, gives me hope.

Next time you want Cracker Barrel, come eat with me. This White lady will happily defend your right to eat-in. :)

Incorrect in that you’re classifying service dogs for PTSD as “emotional support animals.” There ARE service dogs trained to work with PTSD patients, and they are legitimate.

The choice of a service dog is based on the dog’s ability, not on its size. Actual service dogs go through years of training—-not just to meet the specific medical needs of the owner, but also training in being in public places, being around strangers and other dogs and remaining calm and “on duty,” reacting calmly to

This is one of the most vile, infuriating things I’ve ever seen. I hope military justice mentioned ensures that these two women face prison time (I don’t trust civil justice to do it). I know those parents must feel infinitely violated, plus if it were me, I’d be concerned that my baby might have gotten some mild form