blackbirdpie
blackbirdpie
blackbirdpie

I had a job where both the owner and the GM were atrocious, in different ways.

Goddammit.

An alternate title of the study was, "Women Previously Unsatisfied With Their Bodies Alter Them To Their Satisfaction; Are Satisfied."

I disagree with the way you're interpreting this. The article is making a valid point. The way Smart chose to move on from her experience is different from the way Dugard chose to, and has affected public perception of each of their stories. I don't think that it's the intention of the article to make Smart's choice

I couldn't resist. :) Neurotic pedants of the world, unite!

I think you mean "pedant." Unless, of course, you are in fact some sort of decorative object dangling from a long chain or string.

....... I suppose I can just pull up my own chair and join as well, then.

My friend and I once faked being European for half of a first date. It was set up online, and she and I met up for a drink beforehand, and.... well, somewhere around the second glass of wine we thought it'd be hilarious to show up and pretend we were British (her) and French (me), those being the accents we could each

I had a boyfriend who pretended to have his driver's license when he really didn't. He would make up random excuses for why we couldn't go anywhere that involved driving, or agree to it only to back out at the last moment. I didn't find out until after we'd broken up. The irony here is that I didn't have my license,

This is extra-hilarious to me because I was literally about to stop in there for a smoothie the morning they pulled this off..... but decided to get it up the block instead. I wonder how I would've reacted?

If you find it, I at least would love to see it. It's awful how so much of sexism is perpetrated through language that could be innocuous, or comments that might be joking..... but in context and tone and reality, are part of a larger system of sexism.

Me and this guy started together, and were both fairly competitive people. It got ugly. No offense, but I feel like if you're at different levels it's easier to be chill about it— it's expected that the more experienced fencer wins, but when the less experienced fencer does it's because you're learning and that's

In high school and college, I played a sport that was physical, competitive, and in practices, played co-ed (this would be fencing). The boys at my high school were pretty cool about practicing with— and getting beaten by— the girls, but in my junior year I made the mistake of getting involved with and starting to

Man, I'm sorry things sucked for you, but it doesn't make your statements any more valid. Taking away options and resources is the very opposite of enabling people to make better decisions about their life, and addicts in particular are not known for their superior judgement and consequence-weighing abilities. Take

Whatever world you're living in, I want to visit. Things sound much simpler there. I only hope that not all the people are soulless robots.

...How do I think people recover from addiction? With a great deal of outside assistance, therapy, and rehab. Because, you know. ADDICTION.

..... I.... I don't understand. The artist's statement is basically, "boobs are a physical object! They have mass! Gravity acts upon them!" How on earth is this controversial/debatable?

Oh yeah. Everyone knows that people in the throes of addiction are well-reasoned and rational. If you tell them that they can have food or they can have drugs, of course they'll choose the food! It's simple, really.

Can we take a vote on this? This should be a vote. (I guarantee the winner will be "ME".)

Not the point but I'm not entirely unconvinced this chick isn't Black Widow. (From this angle she sure looks a lot like ScarJo, so....)

So not the point, but it's crazy how the brain will "fill in" things which it expects to be there, but aren't. Even though I know she has no arms, I keep seeing her as though she's just holding her arms behind her back. I wonder if that's what's at the root of the impolite desire to stare at someone with a obvious