Yeah, I mean, what the fuck is this shit? I feel like I might be disproportionately angry about this, but it's an attitude I've encountered a few too many times. NO ONE is obligated to perform any sex act they don't enjoy, or just don't feel like doing, or what have you. And there are plenty of men who don't give a…

I don't know why anyone would be obligated to do anything in the bedroom. Penises of the world, no one owes you a blow job, no matter how swell you think you are.

Persoanlly I don't think a statement was neccesary. Just tell the cop his name

Cop"Ok, tell me what happened. Why did you hit him?"
Big Jim "His name is Hayes McGinley. He's a lacrosse player for Syracuse"
Cop "You're free to go..."

Honestly, if you (1) went to Syracuse, (2) played lacrosse, (3) looked like a douchy frat asshole, and (4) were named "Hayes McGinley," how could you not totally expect to get the Jesus Fucking Christ beat out of you at least once in your life by a guy named Big Jim Whitcomb.

I'd drive just as it is. Looks cool! I don't want a Corvette though. Love 'em, but too much stigma for a guy my age to drive around in one. I don't like going to Chevy dealerships either.

You truly are the vox populi. The people in the comments called upon you and you answered. Bravo!!!

Honestly - not because he was an asshole to me - but in my objective opinion he's a terrible writer. I don't know why he would value that letter so much, it wasn't even full of bad metaphors and waxing poetics, it was just sort of straightforward emotions like 'guilt' and 'angst' explored with pretty simple language.

I was seeing one of my longtime best guy friends (whom I'd kissed a couple times over the course of our friendship, but had just started, like, being with in any more significant capacity). He told me that he loved me quickly. The whole thing was very intense. I'd been hearing rumors from mutual friends that he was…

How about we let people do whatever the fuck they want and the consequences of how others perceive them are theirs to own?

That's interesting... "trained to offended on behalf of others." I think you're on to something there. It's like the ultimate effort to prove you're not racist, to go the complete other way and be trying to fight the good fight yourself. Captain Save-a-Bro. It's a no-win situation too, but I get that it is…

That's for the benefit of any audio recording, but basically it's the equivalent of "stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself"

"But I'm also happy because they've found a way to make their commitment to each other work."

Where have I seen this before....

I agree 100% on the floss picks. I didn't start flossing until I was in my mid-twenties and I was a little intimidated by how to wind it and all that. I use a different brand, but the effect is the same.

Two tips from my experience:

Here's a story on BostonInno that has screenshots of the Instagram if anyone would like to see the assholes.

I escaped a town that grossly enables high school athletes before pipe-lining them to Brookdale when they're inevitably not college material, so I'm sadly not surprised here. (Note: I'm not knocking every BCC student. My mom and friends have gone there, but even they've confirmed it's a bully's last stop before…

And, on that infamous evening in New England, as the snow banks stood massive and the tears of hipsters everywhere fell as they watched the power they had habituated to receiving from whipping out their iDevices and typing furiously upon their single star...

Well, that explains why the blogger was anonymous. Because apparently authors are fucking nuts.