I took a picture of the name of a general that my husband knew (he was killed at the Pentagon) and some shots of the fountains...they are moving, and so large — I can't imagine the scale of the horror of that day. But, selfies? Group shots? <insert NOPEtapus gif here>

*I'm sorry Torontonians. I know you're not all crotch-grabbers.

How bout we stop talking about women as though they're mindless animals operating on instinct?

Sweet merciful crap. I hate to hear this shit. But we are going to KEEP hearing this shit until people stop turning domestic abusers loose all the time + tighten up those gun laws. This dude was just wandering around in general population with everyone else.

OMG this happened in my home town and people were worried about me moving to Los Angeles? Ahhh ahhhh.

he's worse than the name Larry

Tim, you didn't even need to give that much of an apology. It's great that you wanted to be considerate and express some regret, but I hope you weren't pressured to do it. You weren't out of line.

Have you seen the BBC series "Bletchley Circle?" Although set after the war and centered around the former codebreakers' involvement in solving modern crimes, it did address the women's attempt to deal with having to reintegrate into ordinary life after what they had done and not being allowed to discuss it.

As a lifelong ugly duckling, I can never muster anything like empathy — or even sympathy — for Pretty PeopleTM who literally traded on their prettiness and then felt used.

They totally can, as long as you don't mind getting hit on by other men.

I just read this piece in NYMag on my own... and here's what I don't get: why'd they publish this? It's a tedious read and nothing about it is novel. Pretty girls get perks because rich men want to fuck them? Thanks for the update. In other news: water is wet.

This supports my theory that the easiest way to become a writer as a woman is to first be a model, or a stripper, or any kind of professional pretty person. I have nothing against professional pretty people, it's just that apparently these are the only women's stories we want to hear.

I like how that exact topic was brought up in The Bletchly Circle.

It's like the bond of fellow POWs; it's too painful to reminisce, but it's reassuring to share.

This sounds remarkably similar to Lily Bart in Edith Wharton's The House of Mirth. Professional pretty girls have been around for a long time in New York, apparently. Hopefully it ends better for Kristin than it did for poor Lily.

Articles like this make me cringe a little. I'm educated and determined and I have substantial interests, but I also love going to clubs and getting compliments and invitations from random people there. I know I don't need my validation to come from other people and ultimately it means nothing, but it's really not the…

I'm not sure why Kristin Huggins felt like she couldn't get hurt

It was staffed by mainly women but they were relegated to supporting roles as secretaries and phone operators. Even the most brilliant female minds were over looked unless they stood out far above the rest like the character Knightly plays. The top positions were held by men, even by men dumber then all of the women…

Maybe they thought North American audiences needed to be told who Turing was?

The BBC only has 12 actors.