The Washington Post continues to be awful. As a lifelong reader of the Post, none of this surprises me. It's happened before. It's going to happen again.

Of course I'm aware of that. But this is a site specifically aimed at women. Feminist women. Therefore, the fact that I am NOT a woman is relevant. This is not "my" site. I'm not the target audience. I'm a guest here and guests need to respect the rules of the house.

This seems a lot better than appearing in that "Dark Knight" movie. Did anyone even see that thing?

Whatever it was called, she must have known she would be spending her time on the show naked. I mean, why else would she be naked with a film crew following her around? And when everyone else on the show also showed up naked, wouldn't a normal, rational person regard that as a sign that nudity is pretty much what the…

All of this is my way of saying, does she really deserve $10 million?

Seems like a sound idea.

Not for you

They spent hours [or days?] dreaming up the phalluses of various fictional characters, hired someone to draw them and then wrote descriptions of each one in considerable detail.

Does that mean that a record number of women now believe Megalodon is alive and cruising the waters today, looking for fresh victims to devour?

You may find this interesting. I take no position on its merits, I just pass it along in the spirit of friendly coexistence.

I'm not arguing that you're wrong, but it's a feminist website. If you're man, it's not here for you. You're not the target audience. Offending or insulting you is not something they spend a lot of time worrying about. It serves a different audience. If that bothers you, just don't read it.

It was your abundant use of exclamation points and the word "fucking" that made me think you were angry. If you regularly employ expletives and a loud voice [the verbal equivalent of exclamation points] in casual, normal conversation, then I guess you were not angry. Since you appear to be saying this is the case, I…

You seem to enjoy calling people angry or upset when they certainly are debating just as calmly as you are.

Stop resorting to the typical "I knew it, all women are fucking hypocritical, look at these feminists! Jezebel is sexist!" every time a writer on this website makes a mistake. It makes you look like you really have been waiting around on the website for months so you can finally deem feminist movement as futile and…

Or they're bored. Or it just isn't happening and they don't want to hurt their partner's feelings. So you fake it. That's how it works for me when I fake it. I did some research because I wanted to know how unusual I was. Turned out I'm not unusual at all. Faking by men is quite common and probably increasingly so.…

I'm a straight guy. I'm certainly not at 100 percent. I've faked orgasms on many occasions since not faking it resulted in some pretty terrible behavior from three different women. Faking with a condom is almost literally the easiest thing in the world. Any man who cannot fake with a condom is too stupid to be having…

Stop resorting to the typical "I knew it, all women are fucking hypocritical, look at these feminists! Jezebel is sexist!" every time a writer on this website makes a mistake. It makes you look like you really have been waiting around on the website for months so you can finally deem feminist movement as futile and…

I can only speak about the guys I saw catcalling and I'm as sure as I can be that they had no idea that women found it as degrading as most of them do. They suspected, I'm sure, that some didn't like it, but probably they thought they were being, at worst, mildly annoying. I think they believed most women were…

That totally scans with what I saw. Construction work can be boring. You get buff as hell [at least, I did], but some of the work is very repetitive. It seemed to me they would work for 20 minutes, catcall for 30 seconds, work for ten minutes and so on. The main thing about the catcalling was a competition among the…

I don't understand catcalling, though I witnessed it repeatedly one summer when I was 17. [Not once since, though.]