He acknowledged to law enforcement that she told him to stop several times but

MY DAD IS IMPORTANT is in the lead, but IT WASN'T REALLY A THREAT I WAS JOKING is thundering up the rear. And now I'M GONNA GET YOU FIRED is making his move!

He's a very important person. He sells monogrammed coffee thermoses.

They know I can just hashtag a picture of a butt with their baby's name or their wedding hashtag and it will be among photos of it's precious little face/their special day forever, right?

This comment undermines itself.

You are just the worst person.

... AKA sucking up to Massa in hopes that he'll give her a nice warm spot at the foot of his bed (and leaving all those sorry ugly fat hairy-legged feminists scratching forlornly at the door).

I don't need feminism because I'd prefer my doctors to discuss my health issues with my husband rather than me. Those big words just confuse me.

I don't need feminism because when I am hit in the face, it's a nice time to sit on the floor and reflect on what I could have done to make him so angry.

As a heterosexual, married male, I must offer two responses to this article:

First, the positive: Thank you for the laugh. This was one of the most insightful, witty, cutting articles I've read in a long time—and it had me howling, until...

Second, the negative: I have realized I know far too many men—and far too many…

Kids, particularly girls don't believe that they will have a future where they will run for office or be nominated to court or be a high visibility job or even a low visibility job like a school teacher where someone will rule them out of a job on the basis of a selfie or just pass it around to mock them.

I mean, people have been doing that forever, but it used to only be really rich people who could afford to hire artists to paint their portraits. People will always seek validation; it may be annoying to some, but it's fine. It's using other people's loss/struggle/etc in your own validation that's fucked up (and then…

I think I need to take a break from the internet, all I kept thinking while reading this was, "fake, fake, fake,".

I want to put googly eyes on that post so badly my fingers are itching.

Also: why did the stylist choose to put that hat on a post? Did the post look unfashionable with a bare head?

Sure people would do it if it was possible and profitable. But it's still bizarre. That's why most of the criticism is directed at the person who says "I want to pay you millions just to be a nonsense gorgeous person," not the woman who takes them up on it.

I've honestly tried to imagine how up-my-own-ass conceited I'd have to be to even be compelled to tell a strange man on the street whether I find him attractive sexually or aesthetically and expect - demand! - that he respond favorably. I can't even get there.

This is for you, gentleman who waved at me from your car while I was in the middle of a crosswalk. Waved so urgently that I pulled my headphones out and changed directions just for you to utter, "God, I love me some big, pregnant boobies."

"Just take a deep breath, commit the image to memory, and get on with your life." Why don't a lot of men get this? Whenever I see a woman on the street I find beautiful, I treat it like looking at the sun. Just a quick glance, look away, appreciate it's existence, and move on with my day.