Well, even after the law came out, it was still just boys being boys— as in “Now you oversensitive ugly feminist bitches are trying to criminalize boys being boys, thanks a lot! It’s like a guy can’t give a compliment anymore! You should shut up and be grateful instead!” (And as we’ve seen, some guys still think that…

I remember seeing those for Natalie Portman and Avril Lavigne too.

Ugh, remember how back in the day there were like, countdown clocks for Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen turning 18? STILL NOT OKAY.

Amazing to think that it wasn’t until 1986 that the Supreme Court officially recognized sexual harassment in the workplace as a violation of Title VII.

She was never at fault, except in being polite to someone who thought he could make himself bigger, more special, by reducing her to a sexual object, thereby denying her any sense of self beyond her gender. He is a giant piece of shit.

Wow. This article. I am still getting over/in the midst of this. To the degree where it all peaked with the male boss showing up at my house, uninvited, unwelcome and unannounced. He’s still employed by my company and I rage every time I have to sit in the same room as him. Not to mention how everything with him and…

I don’t think it’s THE answer, period, but I think that a lot of the looking being looked at “the problem” is looking at it the wrong way. Like people shouldn’t challenge themselves to enjoy casual sex more. If you don’t enjoy it - that’s probably your self-preserving instincts kicking in, and those are good…

I hate it so much, too! Been coerced to watch it too many times.

• knowing that he probably hasn’t washed his sheets in months, and that you have severe dust mite allergies

I’m so confused. The “modern mid-evening bail”? Is everyone really just accepting that people, or women specifically, not staying until morning is specifically a contemporary act? I find “kids these days” grumbling is generally trite and lazy, but c’mon. Folks born in 1995 didn’t invent casual sex. They didn’t invent…

It’s a sexist, myth-promoting piece of shit. I hate it too.

I pretty much always want to wake up in my own bed. I have no problem bringing the dude home with me, and I don’t care if he wants to sleep over (in my experience they usually do). But if we end up at his place, you better believe my internal homing device will switch on about 5 minutes after sex. This is true whether…

Preach. My man works overnight two nights a week, and although I’m always like “byeee baby I’ll miss yooooou” the second he leaves I place myself in the geographic center of our king, arrange ALL the pillows and ALL the blankets the way I see fit then stretch out like a motherfucking starfish. It’s the best part of my…

I keep the temp low and sleep (usually) in a long-sleeve tee and leggings, because I can’t even stand to have MY OWN skin touching me all night. Uggghhhh ugh ugh ugh get off me.

• “Leftover Vietnamese food at home would be so fucking good right now”

Sleeping over is highly overrated. I love my husband. Really, I do. He’s cool. Doesn’t change the fact that my life would be immeasurably better if I could sleep alone every night. Alone. In a big, comfy bed. No one snoring or accidentally hitting you in the face when they turn over. Co-sleeping sucks, even when you…

This. Although it is a most unpopular opinion, I have always hated this fucking movie. It sucks. Meg Ryan’s character sucks, Billy Crystal’s character sucks, and not even the most excellent Carrie Fisher could save it.

I mean, let’s be honest, you’re just getting work done early when you’re more energetic.

Mediocre sex was the reason I stopped having a lot of one night stands. When my numerous vibrs do a better job... why bother?

If peak of her powers late 80s Meg Ryan was really reduced to banging Billy Crystal, then yes, she was the one with a problem.