I can’t disagree, and I also love the book.

FFS, I love the book, but the book IS standard BBC-twee-fare.

Oatly is my new fucking jam - when I can find it. That shit hits the shelves at Target and Whole Foods and two seconds later it’s gone! 

It’s not women’s jobs to fix men.

My SO’s office instituted a Well Actually Jar.  If you say “well, actually” you have to put a dollar in the jar.  

Wow, dude. Way to absolutely prove the point of the article.

As a man, I deny the existence of this problem and recommend women stop all their whining. : P

Women are still getting obnoxiously hit on by strangers (including me, and I’m fat, short and aggressively uncool), and it sucks.

I can almost certainly promise that no woman will wonder in 20 years why strangers no longer hit on them. Why? Because
1. It will still be happening
2. They’ll be living their damn lives.

I moved from a city where I was catcalled multiple times every day walking to and from work (sometimes in a way that felt…

Needs more “well, actually...” 😉

As a man, I have some thoughts on this I'd like to share. Now, I didn't finish this article entirely, BUT in my experience . . . . 

Well, I just need to say...

Reply Guy is AKA Mediocre White Guy. MWG has been told his opinions, points and ideas are valuable his whole life simply by virtue of the fact that he is white and male. therefore he spews his garbage all over the internet at the detriment of people older and more experienced than him, women, and minorities, he often…

THANK YOU. You are amazing.

Sorry that my failed one night stand was told with such subtle humor that it failed to land for you specifically. Thanks for the tip.

I love that Phoebe Bridgers song. Had no idea it was about him. I’m glad she is still making music. 

It’s really easy to not care about anyone or anything. When you end up alone because you made poor choices on which relationships to try and maintain and which to let go it will become obvious that you should have tried harder.

Shortly after my ex and I moved in together, I started finishing her leftovers (because she doesn’t believe in eating leftover food, which confuses me on a very real moral fiber level), so when I came home from work I’d instinctively check the stovetop or fridge for something I could pick at. One night I found a bowl…

As a child:

I always wondered who all these kids drinking nasty chemicals are. Then I heard a high percentage of home poisonings are little siblings being talked into trying something they shouldn’t by older siblings. Once, I really gnawed good and hard on the bottom of a Garfield candle from my Christmas stocking, at the recommen…