corduroyndenim
corduroyndenim
corduroyndenim

99% of my Twitter feed is talking about this. It's incredible what's happening. I am beyond words. The pictures are especially telling. The tear gas smoke, the guns trained on protesters. I wish I could post one, it's of two protesters with their backs turned that have red sniper rifle dots on their backs. (Edit -

That's the magic of ignorance. My preacher said this book was bad because sin and the devil! Read this other book instead that I apparently don't know shares a title with Satan himself.

The language (profanity and sexual language) is nothing compared to what they are hearing from their classmates and I'm including 7th graders. 7th grade boys are little pervs.

But at the same time, she states that if you don't like the way she looks then move along. I feel like a lot of people have been reading too much into individual phrases within the song without placing them within the greater context of the song itself. Everyone wants to be seen as attractive to the sex of their

HappyyFace, I don't know where you live, but I'm guessing it's not Mississippi. Women walk around in this world the way even a confident, out and proud gay man would in the heart of Mississippi: just a little bit afraid all the time. And this is coming from a woman who grew up in NYC, has traveled extensively alone,

I think you mean DJ Crystal Hefner.

And if you don't give them what they're "owed" because they felt the need to comment, unprovoked, on your appearance, things can get very ugly, very fast...it goes from "Hey, pretty lady" to "FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING ARROGANT UGLY CUNT BITCH"...sometimes in a matter of seconds. So no, I don't have to say thank you, and

Cool. Guess what I got to do last Friday? Fill out a police report when a man followed me from a bus stop without my knowledge, into my place of work with the intention of assaulting me. He then hung around the premises and tried to steal my phone, take my business card and did all he could to learn my identity. He

Thank you for your valuable male insight. The world needs more men who are willing to speak out like this about women's experiences and tell us exactly how to feel and behave. Without men like you we would be lost, adrift in a sea of choice and freedom.

I think it really depends on the situation. You have to remember that you, as a gay man (read from earlier reply) will generally get a ton more leeway from women in what you can say without us freaking out because we know you're not into us in a sexual way. Also, take into account that many of us have been getting

Except that your third paragraph presupposes that we can tell people who won't take a cue apart from people who will, before giving the cues.

I had a guy cat-call me and I yelled back "fuck off." He yelled back "fuck you if you don't know how to take a compliment." At that point I stopped walking and countered with "then don't scream at me like you're at game. Walk across the fucking street and act like you have fucking manners." He yelled back "fuck you"

It's taken me a long time to figure out why I hate being catcalled in almost every scenario but I think it's a combination of factors. For many women, when wanted/unwanted male attention starts, you're pretty young – a pre-teen or teenager. At that age, I didn't understand my own sexuality or really any one elses. I

It looks like the result of some Project Runway "unconventional materials" challenge where they had to make a shirt that resembles a Ruffles potato chip using only corn husks and dry noodles.

Um, she totally spray tans herself.

Re: Kim and now being "low-maintanence"

Not essential items? I say for 1 month all women boycott menstral products. We don't wear 'em. We leave pools of blood on subway seats, clots on the seats in restaurants, and splotches on the benches in malls and parks. Yup we walk around with big red stains on our clothes, we bike around with blood trickling down

Men have no idea what tampons and pads cost and how deeply essential they are. There's a huge stigma about menstruation that makes a dude buying tampons for his usually overly emotional girlfriend into a tired TV comedy show trope. Women in poor countries either have nothing to bleed into it (and lose jobs and school