But none of them are random - that’s the point. She’s wondering what it is that led Facebook’s system to correctly identify this unknown relative as a person she might know.

My coworkers have noticed that they get people you may know suggestions that include people they just so happened to have just been the vicinity of. Like the bartender or someone that was just in the same store.

More than one example is presented. The story about the therapist’s patients being recommended to each other implies that Facebook is using location tracking to make recommendations.

Man, we got that phone call this year. A boy wouldn’t stop touching my daughter’s hair. So after repeatedly telling him to stop and requesting to be moved, she snapped on him. Do you know what they told us? “Well, she has fun hair.” Oh and, “her reaction was hostile”. So I then had to let them have it. We left,…

I support this wholeheartedly and regret every unfunny joke my stupid teenage self ever laughed at to make a guy feel good and/or like me.

Ha! My personal favourite manifestation of not giving a fuck anymore is telling a man that yes, I understood his joke - I’m not laughing because he’s not funny.

Common sense would appear to dictate that, but sexism has never been sensical, for all that it is common.

No, she wasn’t one of the guys. Tom wasn’t grabbing the other guys’ asses, only hers. Letting him do it and them laugh about it was the price of admission for being the girl they tolerated in their group.

This was powerful and eloquent and touched a nerve.

I have an 8 yo who’s all ready at the starting line for this bullshit. It’s like a damn freight train coming at her and there’s nothing I can do except hug her.

“Diaper Goblin” is now my new favorite descriptor for the little ones in my circle of life...

I just finished The Handmaid’s Tale last night and that book meshes with that sentence so fucking well.

Personally, I would take being kicked or punched in the crotch every now and then in exchange for having more rights over my own body, getting paid more than men, and being less likely to be raped.

And woe betide any woman who refuses to go gently (or quietly, for that matter) into that good night.

I love this. I FUCKING LOVE THIS.

Can we start with The Donald and his friends? That’d be great.

You just don’t do that to a guy. Ever.

Thanks for pointing out the gender-inequity bullshit behind the oft-repeated truism: never hit a guy “there”. Like that area is somehow sacrosanct, but only if there’s a penis. If it’s a pussy, feel free to grab it (but only if you’re famous).

(an occupational hazard when you’re a woman writer, a life hazard when you’re kind of a bitch)

Madeleine Davies, always my favorite.