I am a cisgendered heterosexual white male. I have nothing to lose in a Trump America.

The number of gay men I’ve met who assumed it’s fine to grab women’s body parts because they aren’t personally attracted to those parts is . . . not zero. It “wasn’t a sex thing” so they didn’t bother to consider women’s bodily autonomy and that maybe they didn’t want those parts to be grabbed. Unfortunately not…

Sigh. Funny men get a pass when they make derogatory, sexist, homo- and transphobic comments. Golly gee whillikers.

Goddammit, lock that shit up in a gun safe and the bullets some place else.

My one regret at this moment having no kids is knowing a bunch of really shitty people are breeding humans they will then raise to be shitty, and I have taken no part in balancing that out.

Yeah, I’ve kind of gotten used to the fact that whenever a friend has kids that I’ll see less of her. Not because she doesn’t socialize anymore, but because she will mostly socialize with other people who have kids. I mean, I understand the reasons why, but it still makes me kind of sad.

I appreciate the fact that she’s not one of those “you don’t know love until you have a child” type of parent.

I fucking love how much she says fuck. Also, much appreciate her saying us childless women are brave. I get so many annoying comments about my lack of children...why don’t you have kids? When are you going to have kids? Don’t you want kids? What, you don’t have kids? Oh, you’ll change your mind, kids are the most…

I decided not to have children. It’s not bravery, but I do have to prepare myself for the neighborhood functions. The cold shoulder I get from the moms is very chilly.

Yeah, I feel you. Who would want a human child when they could have a far superior, far cuter, puppy? But sometimes you don’t know that right away, and then you’re in it for 18 years, and the kid knows virtually no cute tricks, and takes forever to housebreak. And finding someone to board the kid when you want to go…

This is my boy, Archie, a four month old Australian shepherd-poodle mix. He is the sweetest little guy who I hope to train to be a therapy dog when he is old enough. :)

This is Ser Davos in his Peggy Schuyler costume. Work!

(They’re not usually fancy! Sophie had just come back from the groomers, and Buster wore a bow tie for his name day.)

My first thought was, sure, it’s twee, but who cares? But the article quickly makes that clear — the kind of parents who are deeply invested in believing that parenthood makes them a saint care about lesser beings claiming such a lofty title for themselves and crowding the parent pedestal. Which is both embarrassing…

PUPPER PARTY

Buddy. Friend. look at the tweet embedded in the article. me saying women should have more that 14 out of the 144 nobels in lit is not the same as me asking for men to be blacklisted from the awards. but you stay feeling threatened, boo.

Absolutely! She has a high school diploma. If I were a PhD in that field, I’d despair.

Stages of reaction to Jolie at LSE:

I was just typing a similar comment until I scrolled and saw yours. Here I am supporting my family, under intense pressure to finish my dissertation so I can be “legitimate” and also trying to be a good mom to my kids while we have zero savings or resources and someone just fucking hands it to her because she is rich,…

Not to be a naysayer, but how in God’s name is Angefreakinlina Jolie qualified to teach at the London School of Economics?!?!?