Have it your way, Mr. Rubio.

Sometimes science just pisses me off. Let me have unexplained monsters, gosh darn it!

I mean, it’s clearly part of the disinformation campaign. According to the History Channel, Loch Ness is in fact a wormhole going back to the dinosaur age: Nessie doesn’t exist here, but, only occasionally shows her head from millions of years ago. Hence no one being able to find her.

Don’t listen to this troll. It’s probably Tony himself or some other miserable Brad Dourif (INCREDIBLE actors tbf) looking asshole fresh from a jag on the manosphere & MRA chat rooms. What you wrote was very well said & completely fair. The only thing “jaded” here is the stone up JBBW2’s ass. And as a straight 27 year…

I made a comment saying that - Tony boy there only lost sexual capital, whereas middle-aged women lose all social capital. Heck, I am only noticed by panhandlers and this dude who stands in a corner near my home selling burial plots, cause I do look like I will drop dead fairly soon.

Don’t worry, we still have Bigfoot.

Seriously. Even though I don’t really believe in Nessie, somehow the idea that a catfish is the best explanation for what’s inspired people to believe that something was down there is kinda demoralizing. Like worse than the theory that manatees caused sailors to believe in mermaids.

Funny thing, I’m in approximately the same boat as Frau von Hatchet, and found her post on-point and amusing. Where is all the hatred of men you claim to see? She’s laughing because dude is finding out what it’s like to be sidelined because of ageing, just like all women do. That’s not the same as hating men, and…

This isn’t technically a blackout story, but here goes. Was in Jamaica in 1998 (this is important later) with a girlfriend staying at one of those “all inclusive” places-all you can eat food AND drink. Anyway, we were laying on the lounges pretty close to the water all morning and into the afternoon, drinking the rum…

I only post really stupid shit or moderately hostile comments and I’m ungrey. I have, literally, nothing to offer.

What’s the name for someone who gets drunk but spends the whole time thinking about how to act sober and takes care of everyone else because God forbid anyone think they’re drunk?

Mary Poppins here. I fucking love everyone when I’m drunk and will sway up to you and tell you that you are the best human being alive and I respect you and also you are so pretty and nice that I don’t even deserve to know you, no, don’t look at me, I’m ashamed to have someone as wonderful as you look at me. People…

Right? It’s not like he gets called ma’am, which more often than not is just shorthand for “bitch.”

If Tony’s letter ran along the lines of ‘Hey, I’m finding going into middle age hard and I kinda worry about feeling irrelevant or ignored or no longer part of a world I previously understood’, I’d feel a lot more sympathy for him because I am told that the aging process is/can be fucking rough and it’s hard to…

Oh I am so, so happy that you wrote this. I read the original article and just laughed and laughed and laughed. Ah, such happy times! As a not unattractive 47 year old woman, not only am I invisible to men, but I’m also invisible to employers, employees, advertisers, clothing designers, TV and movie…

Well, I, for one plan to engage in my own plot for eternal youthfulness by bathing in the tears of old dried up white dudes like Tony. Because although he might be becoming aware of his own mortality, truth is he’ll be considered bangable for a while, even with the high douche quotient.

Hey! Focus! This is about Tony!

Alternatively, Tony, never write this letter. NEVER. I don’t care how you feel, don’t write this letter. Firstly, no one will ever care about your boner. Secondly, it’s just a bad idea as it shows how little you understand of the world outside your own needs. I’ve been where you are, for every day since I hit puberty.…

I wonder how many not-unattractive 47 year old women Tony “notices.”