That happened to you? What did you do, how did things turn out? You pulled a gun from your hip before the assailant had the time to react, shot him in the head as he was leaning over your taxi door, took your sister by the hand and walked out triumphantly? Of course evil people exist, but the chances of being killed…

That IS a better example. But, using that, why is that person a douchebag? They get off from pissing on you. They do not get off from you pissing on them. If both people agree that that works, and everyone agrees that person A gets to piss on person B but B doesn't get to piss on A, then why does it matter that it…

I'm a person interested in making sure both parties aren't doing acts against their will.

That made me shriek aloud. I'm pretty damn sure their sense of history is one of the reasons they're pissed.

YES! This whole "men are functionally useless anywhere inside the four walls of a home" trope is awful — and another example that I use with my students when we talk about how sexism and rigid stereotypes about gender hurt men as well.

So, I have a solution, but it kind of sucks. You need to be there with him while he does it. Its weird, it feels redundant, but if I'm there chatting with him about the day etc. he'll hand off the few items that are "I don't know where this goes" (despite it going in the same spot for the last 6 years) AND he won't be…

My partner purposely (and proudly might I add) puts dishes/cutlery/cups away in a different spot every time he does dishes and then complains he can't find things/asks me to find shit for him later. Ragestroke is the right word for all of this.

What a dumbfuck, and so disrespectful. He opted to go enjoy the view at a stripclub for a reasonable $20 cover, and while the women are whores, he's not? He can go be a "superior" person OUTSIDE.

Fucker.

I labeled shelves and drawers at one home for my husband. Suddenly, there was glassware on the shelves in the linen closet marked "towels".

No, his fetish is being stomped in the balls.

did he give you the pizzas?

Easter, like 5 years ago. My sister had, until this point, refused to acknowledge me as her relative on FB. It didn't bother me too much but when she started using it to let everyone know about family gatherings, I got more than a little annoyed. How hard is it to add me then block me from seeing everything but group…

excuses i've heard for trying to get away with not paying for a lap dance:

this is one I actually used. I was five years old, playing with my cousins at my Babcia's house. She was making dinner and was a terrible cook. When she called us in for dinner, I told her I couldn't eat because I was sick. She asked what was wrong, and I told her it was prostate cancer.

"Iraq has weapons of mass destruction."

I was asked out by a guy in college who I didn't really like. Instead of being an adult and telling him "no thanks," I said yes, then cancelled the day of the date. My excuse: I fell asleep on a decorative pillow and my face was waffled from the pattern.

One time a boy I liked in high school told me he couldn't hang out with me because he had just gotten his hair cut. I texted him about hanging out in the early afternoon, inviting him to hang out with me and my friends that night (I think I texted him at 2 PMish to ask if he wanted to chill at 7 PMish). He told me he…

Upon regularly explaining to my ex why I don't want him to promise that he will call our son at a specific time or date (because he goes at least a week between any sort of contact with us and winds up letting down a little kid), he regularly replies:

I just get so bored. There isn't anything to do. I'm so lonely. I…

I was so young when that whole Monica Lewinsky thing went down. But now, viewing it through the lens of a woman in her 30s, the whole thing - from the president's behavior to the media shaming - makes me sick.