"She was conventionally beautiful, and nobody needs a boner to make that observation."

but that's exactly the point everyone is railing on you for. Your comment, with all of its flawed logic, is only serving to perpetuate the problems we already know to exist. You play a role in change and it starts by not assuming a severely underweight woman is healthy and attractive because she has boobs.

Not gonna lie, but when you wear that fedora I know you have in your closet, you look like a buffoon.

Grau, here's the problem for me: I get what you are saying, but you also seem perfectly happy to personally perpetuate those unrealistic standards of beauty that cause women to starve themselves. And I say this as a woman with an eating disorder. So it is really crushing and yes, absolutely triggering, to hear…

Wow, this post is disturbing.

Understand that women that suffer from eating disorders regularly get complimented when they are at their sickest. It is not helpful to point out that you find someone who is sick conventionally attractive in their thinness. It might also be helpful to understand that this idea of her body while sick was more…

You don't understand what anorexia is. There is so much more to it than "being skinny". It's also not a choice, it's a mental illness. Educate yourself.

I lost a lot of weight a few years ago, and I would see a friend of my parent's at the gym and he would always compliment me excessively and ask how I did it etc and say he wished he could do the same thing. I found it awkward but well-intentioned. But then my Dad mentioned to me that the friend had asked him whether…

I'm not going to jump all over you, because my first thought upon seeing the second picture was, "wow, she looks amazing!" Then I was saddened by the fact that we are so conditioned to a certain beauty standard that a girl literally in the throes of starving herself elicits admiration and envy rather than concern. I…

No, don't be gracious. Tell them off. You're doing good work!

I've lost 15 pounds from illness and stress. Everyone keeps telling me how great I look. Then they ask me my "secret". Depending on who's asking, my response is usually somewhere along the lines of "diarrhea, nausea, depression and crippling anxiety." Sometimes, if I'm feeling sassy, I do jazz hands and say,…

You're the reason why people become anorexic.

Yeah, I looked fuckin' great when my body was actually eating itself away. I was so beautiful when my electrolytes were so low that I could've had a heart attack.

And hey, I had BEWBS so I clearly wasn't anorexic, right?

Any time someone claims the "thigh gap" obsession is self-imposed by women, men give no fucks about thigh gap, they have never given it any consideration, etc., etc., a link to The Chive should automatically appear. Straight men's sexuality is toxic.

my professor wrote a book where there's an reverse aging "elixir" and this dude is in his late 60s, hits on an attractive, fit woman in her early 40s, she doesn't give him the time of day (literally, he keeps asking her stuff like "what time is it" and she has to pause her run, take out her headphones, and point at…

Wait, what's wrong with what Rihanna said? Maybe I'm reading too much into it but I interpreted it as "if he puts his mind to it he might be able to do right by his daughter" not "Chris Brown is the best daddy and he should have all the kids."

The fact that something isn't "natural" or "organic" doesn't mean it's bad in any way. Many synthetics are perfectly safe, and indeed much safer than many other "natural" products. Arsenic is natural. Deadly nightshade is natural. Cyanide is natural.

They are insufferable at the "Massai people as background decoration in our wedding photo" levels, though. For sure.

Oh, fuck off. You're unnecessarily splitting hairs here and you fucking know it.

Hey, don't knock the fine art of being a Kidult. The best three bucks I've ever spent at the end of a workday went for a quart of milk and a 99-cent pack of cookies. Perks me up as much at 37 after a hard day at work as it did when I was nine and the milk and cookies came after school.

When we lose the ability to see…