True but Peameal bacon (mmm) is not the same thing as what’s marketed in the US as “Canadian Bacon” (barf). I rarely see Canadian Bacon north of the border except for on egg mcMuffins

Oh man — I have arthritis in my spine (inflammatory, but not rheumatoid) and the thought of you having all those OTHER troubles in that same area on top of that is making me cringe hard for you.

Ha, no it’s this guy ! (Remember Ken Bone, the undecided voter who asked a pleasant Q at one of the debates and became a meme—?)

Nope, it was the actual price of the “Ken Bone/Slutty Undecided Voter” getup for sale (linked to in the post I replied to).

I feel like one could argue that NO rapist actually “sees” their victim.

(And I should mention that by “Trust, the women who buy these” I am waxing nostalgic at my own young self. I’ll never forget our times together, Sexy Zombie and Ironic Paris Hilton...)

$110 ???

Yup. I cannot respect subjugating yourself to another human being in that way. I immediately and permanently think less of all parties involved. Respecting someone’s RANK and experience is a lot different from attributing to them superior worth.

My father is a wonderfully supportive but insecure and vain man. It’s an interesting combo. His vanity extended to his family, and it was very clear how much he prized having attractive, stylish daughters in the eyes of others — he would drive us miles out of town just to make sure we had fabulous clothes, which he…

I’m sure unconsciously Ivanka is both dreading and longing for the time she passes her dad’s arbitrary “sexually attractive cutoff” age limit.

Yeah, you’re right. I wonder if he would have stiffed her**? Does that happen often to high end escorts, I wonder—? (I imagine they have no legal recourse outside of Nevada, so with a man who blithely ignores legally contracted corporate debts to get his jollies, can you imagine how often he might pull that shit…

May that well be deep, and dry.

FWIW, it may not even be her past experiences. I love most men, have never been bullied - but aggression is also my first response to anyone getting in my physical space, especially men. It’s not courage or sass or anything I can be lauded for, it seems to be a genuinely innate, reactionary “trigger response” I was…

I did this at a family event, when a relative’s husband I barely knew put a hand on my thigh while I sat beside him on a couch in a crowded Christmas party (I was a teen, he was 30s).

I think the only word is “destroyed”.

Maybe she has had one, who knows or cares, BUT — given that she was pregnant not too long after Tweedledweeb and Tweedledrumpf had that convo, I’m getting a kick out of thinking she had just gained baby-related boob weight and he was so unfamiliar with gazing willingly at pregnant women that he assumed “implants!”

Thank you, and back at you. Seems to be a big-little club, sadly...

Thrilled for the possibilities here (fingers crossed)—and also sparing a few thoughts and hugs for those who have very recently lost someone to this disease (like the Arquette fam). Must be bittersweet news for them.

It’s like some badass biomedical laser tag.

Wishing him (and therefore you/your fam) a big fat chunk of good days. Thanks for your story.