I made a comment similar to this in another thread. Trans people have been around forever. Sexually fluid people have been around forever. Playing with gender has been around forever. NONE OF THIS IS NEW. Its just now become hyper-politicized because of modern conservatism and culture wars propagated by our Fake…

‘he was at risk of losing his job for having views held by “most of the world for most of human history.”’

This is a Sister Act I’d like to meet on the 24-Hour Turn Around bus to Vegas! Literally the best nuns ever. I bet a dollar they are also girlfriends.

If I were him, I would be very afraid of the team of guys sent in to groom the cat and redo the flooring. 

The adults got the limited seating on basis of age, so all us rugrats were on our own and never really got a spot to sit for hours. One year one of my younger cousins was super antsy and fussy, she was 2ish

If Donald Trump were not president, Heather would be alive. Full stop.

It would presumably mean causing pain and inconvenience to Ben Domenech, so I’m okay with this.

There’s a right to feed Russian intelligence to credulous journalists? Wow. Who knew?

Calm down and clean up after your cat, Julian.  Also, stop it with the skateboard, that’s an “outside” toy.

Wow. Watson and I have basically identical harassment stories. (The setup is slightly different, but the moves and the power dynamic are all exactly the same.)

This is completely about performative “wokeness.”

Because the context of the song has changed with the times.

Not that it matters a great deal but I always took “say, what’s in this drink” to be a fairly honest question about what was in the drink being served and it, perhaps, being slightly stronger than expected.

Neptunes Daughter (1949) actually flipped the script by presenting it in two scenarios: first persistent Ricardo Mantalban pursuing reluctant Esther Williams, then (at 2:30) MGM’s go-to maneater Betty Garrett pursuing nerdy Red Skelton. 

In the movie it was first preformed in its actually song twice (back to back) in its entirety. The first time the woman is pretending she wants to leave the man’s house. The second time, that woman’s (female) roommate (she doesn’t live with her parents; so her father isn’t actually pacing the floor waiting up for her)…

People are being willfully ignorant about this song at this point. The historical context has been explained ad nauseum re: the woman wanting to stay but being unable to say so explicitly due to social norms at the time and the man trying to give her reasons to stay so as to provide her with cover. And the line…

Oh god I am so sorry that this happened to you. I had bad therapists, too (it’s one reason I became a therapist) and we do so much harm when we fuck up. I’m just really sorry that your therapist didn’t protect you and your privacy. That should never have happened. Also you can grill us before you make an appointment.…

I’m fairly sure those couldn’t have been included without Kesha giving permission. Doctor-client privilege covers therapy notes (unless she signed something before going into rehab that says otherwise, which would be fucking monstrous of the rehab facility and everyone else involved).

I’m a therapist. Your notes can be subpoenaed by the other side but giving them to the court would be a clear, license-lost violation because HIPAA. You can sign a release that releases your notes TO YOU and then you can choose to do what you want with them (you don’t have to make them part of the case). You can also…

It sounds like Kesha decided to introduce them, to support her case.