Sam Bee is a national goddamned treasure.

“A feminist,” Carly intones, in a snippet from an old speech, “is a woman who lives the live she chooses.”

Intentional, systematic transgressions over the course of decades is different from a momentary loss of judgment.

One of the most disturbing things in the original article was that Foos AND Talese clearly felt (and explicitly stated) that because the guests didn’t know this was happening it wasn’t a real crime - a no harm-no foul approach to consent that is truly terrifying.

This man is a predator. He can couch it in research, but he’s a predator.

Colin Farrell (your fantasies circa 2007)

I hope she took some cheesecake to go, and when she got to her hotel she poured a mug-ful of wine and ate a ton of cake.

This is actually really depressing. We’re finally watching the OJ thing on FX and my first thought seeing her pining for the cake was Marcia Clark and all the abuse she got for her clothes/hair/being a woman. :/

This is important because the writers made a black woman feel expendable in her own damn show! We get disrespected so bad and all people tell us is to wait our turn! We have so few black leads out there and they killed one of our darlings!

FINALLY my children’s book, “Harriet Whore-mit the very haughty hottie hermit” can get off the ground! It’s about a hermit crab looking for a pimp to love her! “Are you my pimp?” She asks a series of increasingly abusive johns. It gets PRETTY gritty (cause she’s in so much sand!) but is truly fun for the whole family.…

“Fuck. So close.”

They are very trying.

Right? Make them take a mystery pill 3 times a day. Could be placebo. Could be a laxative. Could be an Ambien. Could be an emetic....

Literally my face rn.

《a low, steady hum of condescension—one that suggests their experience always matters more.》

And have random giant poops/diarrhea. The amount of time I spend in the bathroom (and in fear) during my period is ridiculous.

100% agree.

When I think about my friends who are survivors, the 1 in 5 number starts to seem low. And that’s just the friends who were close enough to talk about it.

Right? It’s like... “Oh yes, I hear you sweetie. You said you were raped. But were you really raped? Like rape rape? Are you sure?”