Pretty much. I've never understood the attempt to get the writers to take accountability on this site. This ain't Feministing. It's a dressed up gossip rag, people.

Please comment on Jezebel more.

And how does a person respond to something like this? How does a woman who started reading this website as a teenager, who used to seek refuge here when her ideas about gender and equality were shot down by her friends, peers, and sometimes even family, who for some reason imagined this place as being a center for…

Chop, chop, snap, snap.

Oh, god. "Use your words." Stuff of nightmares. Angry nightmares where I bathe in the blood of my enemies.

We should let 13-year-old girls run things. Can you imagine if lawmakers had to explain some of the shit they're trying to do to women?

Seconded, with gusto. And thank you for being so articulate about it.

"Commodifying women's bodies"— you're doing it right, Jezebel!

Here's a vital conversation to have: where should we draw the line at doing asshole things because those asshole things "create a conversation"?

I'm very sorry that you and the others who've posted have had negative experiences with Indian men in the past. On the other hand, as an Indian man, a feminist, and a regular reader of this site, this discussion makes me wince. Fact: there are shitty and not-so-shitty people out there from every culture and creed.…

This particular thread is so incredibly racist...and I can't believe no one has called you out on it. So allow me.

At the end of a very informal, quasi-job interview, I hugged the interviewer. I blame that on you too.

It's funny how your brain gets. I remember this one woman, mother of a small child or two, telling me about walking down the street with her husband and just bursting out with "honey, look at the doggie!"

That is like the extreme extreme version of something that happens to me at work with amusing frequency, where someone will leave me a lengthy voicemail and sign off with some variation "ok, love you, bye!"

OMG, I am actually crying with laughter, doing my best not to wake the baby. That is the best story ever!

Denial! An excellent strategy.

It's an e-hookah I think! One time my boyfriend bought one and got weirdly obsessed with it for ~2 days and then I left it in my mom's car, along with my bra (WHICH I HAD REMOVED FOR COMFORT PURPOSES). I later had to write her a very shameful text asking for both things to be returned to me.