The thing that I've noticed, from anecdotal experiences ... is that you need a certain level of education to recognize where else you need education. (I'd share some illustrative anecdotes, but I don't want to defend them in the comments six months from now.)

She has the resources to educate herself. She should…

It's also folded into her livelihood in such a way that, if she were to knock it off, the career she's been working toward since she was 16 would evaporate overnight. She's got a vested interest in not finding anything wrong with her behavior, and probably lacks the tools to figure out what's inappropriate or racist…

This is Fluter from The Future, here to tell you:

Remind me to come back and recommend this comment three to four months from now.

I looked her on up on Wikipedia, because I am cool like that.

She's 24. She moved to the U.S. when she was 16 to pursue a career, and she's been in some form of entertainment-based work ever since. What are the odds that critical thinking is a part of the home-schooling curricula for budding models and performers?

Anything that his boner didn't like, it sounds like.

Three accusations of nonconsensual sexual contact? Three?

Dude, look in the mirror. The problem isn't "bitches be crazy." The problem is your interpretation of, "No."

And you, Wesleyan: University. Three instances nonconsensual sexual contact and you still let the guy graduate?

Dongs and Natalie Portman. (This probably looks delightful to anyone who's not reading my notifications.)

Haha, I edited that because I didn't want to spend the evening defending it ... and now you look a little cray.

Love it.

I DEMAND A DAILY DONG FEATURE. I HAVE BLOGGING EXPERIENCE.

DONG RECIPES CAN BE WEEKLY.

I volunteer to submit guest articles to said blog. I'm envisioning Seasonal Dongs: Ding Dong, Merrily on High!

Look, Nat. Star Wars was bad. You get what you get.

If I hadn't just yelled at fellow-musician friends for Facebook posts that make networking difficult, I'd be sharing the everlovingfuck out of this.

IN FACT. HYPOCRISY: THY NAME MAY BE BOXERED SANTA.

It probably would if I did it out loud. When I'm not talking to strangers online, I call the state by its name. You know, like, "Connecticut," except ... in the middle.

Anna, I really like you as a member of the Jez team ... but reposting these pictures, even with the face blurred, is right up there with the kids who reshared it. I clicked the article not knowing they were here, and now I'm complicit in assaulting both of these young women all over again.

I understand you're trying to…

Thanks. I thought I'd missed a big story.

I was going to go more with, "And lo! The angel Gabriel appeared and spake, 'You shall not bear the son of our Lord.'" Yours is more succinct, but mine pokes fun at virgin births.