But if that hungry person has boobs and actively cheers for the grocery store, then surely the invisible hand of laissez-faire economics will reach into that grocer’s freezer and give her a pack of tater tots.

Sorry, I think my tone didn’t come through properly. I was trying to reflect some other commenters’ remarks about having to excuse ourselves from normally fun situations because of a scary dude harassing us. WhippingPost here is clearly an MRA troll trying to threaten us, and I was trying to make a (bad) joke. I’m on…

Let’s all back away politely...

Ok, this is the part where you reveal where you’re not a Nice Guy at all. There is nothing “crazy” about feeling nervous in her situation. Women have every genuine right to be afraid. Maybe this isn’t about you?

Can we make this required reading for every schoolboy in the whole world, please?

Exactly my thinking. Once I hit my late 30's and had a baby, all the harassment stopped. I just fade into the crowd now. I love it.

I think you’re just very lucky. For me, after about 25 years of dealing with inappropriate advances/harassment (even rape) it finally stopped happening. I noticed this a few years ago and figured it was simply because I had gotten old and fat and ugly - which is a terrible sort of self-victim-blaming, but I can’t help…

So gorgeous! I wish I hadn’t let myself get fat.

I guess being “pro-life” means advocating death? But just for your enemies. Wait, what if that fetal tissue grows up to be pro-choice?

Cut the cord. She’ll only drag you down. Do it before it gets worse (and it will get worse). I’ve been there, sister, it’s hard but it’s worth it.

Amazing! Google Autofill Dating Profile is my new favourite thing on the interwebs. It’s like MadLibs for modern times.

There is the secret-under-Bay station that is mostly used for film shoots, but I haven’t taken the subway in years nor worked in film in years, so I can’t tell which one this is.

Ooh! See what you did there, Jeebus! I hear those Christian circle jerks are super fun.

Luxury! Like, bathing in truffle oil and using hundred dollar bills as toilet paper level luxury. Might as well hire servants, too.

Why would anyone need a doorman? You can’t open your own goddamn door? I don’t want to have to look some strange dude in the eye when I’m coming home pissed-up at three in the morning, and then again every other evening... Yikes.

I’m going to have nightmares about this gif.

I had a friend who was trying to get pregnant at the same time I was. I was going to a fertility clinic and had offered her some helpful suggestions. She declined everything and said she would be fine, she’ll just start taking Materna* in order to conceive.