And weren't they always inviting the dude over their house which is ALWAYS decorated in florals in shades of salmon & cantaloupe. The effect being both delicate and feminine. And the dude always nods approvingly instead of running & screaming.

Pretty sure the Jim Morrison one isn’t true. I’ve talked with a few people who slept with him, back in the day (don’t ask) and although I heard some stories about some stuff... no one said that he howled.

No. There was a period of time where we ran into Andy Dick everywhere we went.

Holy shit! I (AND my husband) had similar “incidents” with Andy Dick!!

Don’t even get me started on “You’re a girl drummer? Cool!”

This happens every time my husband & I enter Fry’s Electronics. One time the guy refused to make eye contact with me and would answer my questions directly to my husband who kept saying “I don’t know anything about this stuff. You need to talk to her!” No dice. I filled out a formal complaint at the front for that one…

I saw this famous band play the other day. At the end of the set, the main guy shook hands with everyone in the band except the one woman. She got a hug. I thought that was weird. (I can't remember the band, as there were a bunch playing that night, but I think it was The Flaming Lips)

Working in a computer-related field, there are too many stories to recount. One of the weirder ones is my male co-worker just sort of decided he was my kindly boss. He wasn’t my superior or anything, and he was so subtle and... “kind” about it. I didn’t quite know how to call him on it.

I wore white converse sneakers that I bought on the way to my wedding.

My husband was HORRIFIED when I got pregnant (so was I!)! This was a day after he had told me, definitively, that he didn’t want kids and never would. And I had agreed with him.

Where/when can I brag about my cheap Awesome Vegas wedding? 😜

Back when I was a teenager & in my twenties (when it happened to me ALL the time), I would say "I would, but my dad died this morning... so...."

The other thing I would do, is I practiced this crazy creepy smile in the mirror while perfecting unsmiling dead eyes. I would do that at people who told me to smile and say…

There are different levels of trust. I don't believe in unconditional trust.

I feel the same way about white men.

"What the fuck is WRONG with all of you?!" I ask my husband. The poor guy is torn between #notallmen and "I know. I... know. We suck."

Sooooo... that's it? He steals taxpayer money and then resigns? No jail? Nothing?

Yeah, just throw the tissue away.

ME TOO! And, I KNOW!

It could be worse. My sister stayed with me for a week and LEFT USED TISSUES EVERYWHERE! The fuck? I was all "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHYYYYYY?!?!" (and I am NOT a "clean person." At all)

Eh. Close enough.

At least he's not a "negro mechanic." My Uncle-In-Law referred to his mechanic that way, I shit you not. It happened so fast, and the family had moved on to a different conversation while I just sat there gaping.