Is there a group that protests outside CPCs with signs saying what they do and don't provide and pointing women to the nearest actual medical center? I'd really love to turn the tables on these jackasses and undermine their ability to deceive women, but I haven't found a group that does this and I wouldn't know how to…

But that isn't what you said. You said there was no context in which "how's it going?" could be sexual harassment. I gave you a context.

Right, okay. Because you're in charge of what women feel harassed and violated by. Cool. So next time a man on the street looks me up and down, licks his lips, and says "How's it goiiiiiiing?" I'll just say "Great! Hello, person who clearly didn't just sexually harass me, because the Arbiter of all Harassment has said…

I have. They are unsatisfactory. You are not listening to people who have actually experienced this.

I have shouted at men for harassing me in five British cities. No one ever intervened. Oh, there was that one guy who laughed at his drunk friend physically blocking my path and told me it was all right, he didn't mean any harm.

You. Are. Wrong. It was bloody constant in Canterbury. Try going for a run as a woman in London. Don't confuse your lack of observational skills with reality.

You are wrong. I am an instance to prove the contrary. England is the only country in which I have been physically blocked by a harasser (more than once). It is the only country where a group of men has surrounded me and made threatening sexual remarks. It is the one of two countries where I've been touched without…

I could NOT go for a run in London without getting street-harassed. I'm serious; it was literally every time I went running, no matter where in the city I was. It was extremely frequent in Cambridge, too, and it also happened in Oxford. "Civilised" parts of the world, my (apparently quite remarkable, since men in the…

Yep. I've never been street harassed more than I was in the tiny, mostly white town where I went to college, and I've lived in cities. There it was almost invariably dudes shouting from their cars, although there was also plenty of it from pedestrians. The pedestrians had to deal with me shouting back at them, though.

Strangers who are going to social events where they intend to meet and interact with people. Not strangers just trying to walk to work without being harassed by assholes.

You KNOW your receptionist. It's very different from talking to a stranger on the street. You understand the difference. Stop being deliberately obtuse.

Freedom of speech does not = "must be allowed to give a commencement speech at a university despite the protests of the students, including those who will be graduating." No one is censoring Bill Maher. Free speech has consequences, including the fact that when people don't like what you say, they may exercise their…

As long as it's not god, though, right? /s

'Dealing w/ Hamas is like dealing w/ a crazy woman who's trying to kill u - u can only hold her wrists so long before you have to slap her"

If you're in your late twenties, then you were in high school, when, late 90s-early 00s? So, like, when Columbine happened? And Jonesboro, Paducah, Virginia Tech, etc?

No. Nope. No. Wendigos are HORRIFYING. I cannot even with wendigos. AGH.

Ooooh, this is so creepy! It reminds me of a story someone in high school told me once. We lived in Illinois, not far from where John Wayne Gacy lived when he was killing people. She told me that her dad lived in that town when he was a teenager, and he worked part-time at the local grocery story as a bag boy. He was…

I had something similar— but far less intense and creepy— happen at the site of a ghost town in Massachusetts. It was my senior year of college, and my friend, who's a big believer in ghosts and such, thought the place would be really creepy and wanted to go. I'm a skeptic, but I also love woods and abandoned places,…

I once—I think back in high school— had a very long dream about studying abroad in a place in England near water, and all the students going out to this specific pub, even where the local Starbucks was. Some five or six years later, a friend and I were going to see a play in Deptford, where I'd never been. We got off…

I have definitely done this in several creepy old hotels in the UK and Ireland. Medieval places with metal keys in the middle of nowhere...there was definitely no sleeping until a chair was under the handle and there were several obstacles between the door and my bed.