chummythegopher
Chummy the Gopher
chummythegopher

1. The casting directors on FotB were not white.

Well, like I've said before, I identify as a minority (despite people on this site wanting to strip that from me for their convenience.)

I'm Navajo and I loved this show. While I cannot comment on how the Asian community thinks of Dong, I feel pretty strongly about the Native American arc. In the third episode where Mrs. Vorhees parents are introduced, I died. I thought they captured a part of Native Americans that I don't see in media: our sense of

Netflix runs a show featuring not one heterosexual cis white male lead? Pick it apart, it had a few uncomfortable moments!

I'm not a big fan of Madonna's music, but I have recently become a huge fan of Madonna herself. She is one of the original truly self-directed women out there, and has set a precedent for lots of others, in that she has always been the subject of very harsh criticism and gives zero fucks about it.

First off, nice nickname.

Oh yeah, I'm not saying that this article is a wholehearted defense of evopsych. It's mostly a story about her journey. I just chose one particular thing to comment on cause I didn't have anything to say about the rest of it besides "that's nice". I don't think she's a propagandist, in fact we are all guilty of

Yeah, but evolution in particular, in contrast with anthropology, implies progress. You don't need to look to the past to suggest that cultural norms are just that; having a sense of the world as it currently exists in its diversity should be enough. But the way that evolution is deployed in the field of cultural

Its a possibility you got duped by people lacking artistic integrity.

You're doing enough side-stepping for the both of us, so I find it pointless for me to even attempt to do so. And how cute you didn't address the main point of my comment.

Bruh, a home and a business where one LITERALLY WANTS PEOPLE TO COME AND PATRONIZE are two different things. What you and your friends do outside of a professional setting has nothing to do with this. Get it together, dude.

No, that's really not your point, and this is a very frustrating conversation because you keep saying very specific, very ridiculous things, and then when other people explain to you why those things are ridiculous, you pretend you're just making a simple observation that has almost nothing to do with anything you

Pile on with some sexism? Huh?

"My husband and I went for a drive and dinner to celebrate International Women's Day..."

Good for you. But you're redirecting. Again. I'm clearly not getting through to you, nor is it clear that you're willing to step outside your own ideas to try another on for size. Either you're seriously this unaware of how ridiculous you sound or you're totally aware and love riling people up. I'm done with you,

Sunday March 8 was International Women's Day. She went out for dinner. She is a woman. Can you imagine now how that might have come up in the review? Think about it. Take your time.

In most countries, International Women's Day is a holiday and not political. It's sort of like a combo of Mother's Day and Valentine's Day. And lots of celebrants go to restaurants. So, it is monumentally stupid to ban the mention, association with feminism notwithstanding.

Exactly. When I go out to eat, I'm paying for both good food and drinks and a pleasant experience. A reminder that we live in a sexist culture is an unpleasant experience. Even if you set aside empathy for the waitress, even in the unlikely event that the spanking and biting was actually welcome, this manager

I guess we're talking about beauty privilege, which I fully acknowledge is a real thing, and through which I have had countless unearned advantages.

I feel okay saying this because of the relative anonymity of the internet, and because it was so long ago- in my twenties I was generally acknowledged to be beautiful. To an almost ridiculous degree. People asked me on a regular basis if I was an actress or model. I'm embarrassed to say it now, but it happened so