I bet you’re right. Manicures and facials are already more acceptable for men, as is waxing and highlights.

I don’t know if I’d call it “manning up” given that he was thirteen when Mary Kay became pregnant with their first child, nor do I think a rape victim needs to “own up to his role” in his abuse, but yes, I admire and respect that Vili is a good, present father; he’s trying to do right by his kids. But he never should…

I don't think they should be harassed and threatened, but misgendering her after her death was not cool. They deserved the scorn they got from the media and collective public. People shouldn't get personally involved and start harassing them though.

Was the Alesana family supportive of her? Because Alcorn’s family was terrible to her, and deserved some scorn.

Or if the California board set up explicitly to investigate cases like this had done their job and enforced a safe school environment for her. Ugh. This whole thing sucks in so many ways.

There was a part in the interview when she said something about not seeking him out, how she had caught him staring at her many times, and how he thought she looked like a movie star of something. And she says “I knew he was trouble” kind of giggling. Shades of Humbert Humbert, blaming the child.

I had a similar moment in elementary school! My parents didn’t pick me up from after school care so everyone left and it was just me chilling with a janitor (possibly also named “Gary” - I’ve forgotten). I drew him a picture of some flowers and the sun, and at the time all the “cool” suns had sunglasses so I drew…

Incredible never-ending embarrassment averted when my date for the Valentine’s Dance in 9th grade ended up being SUCH a bitching dancer. Even the cheerleaders were charmed by him. It was my Dad.

OH FUCK THOSE TWUNTS SIDEWAYS WITH A RUSTY RAKE.

To heap humiliation upon misery, instead of telling us off, once he realizes the situation, the teacher starts laughing. Not just laughing, he’s doubled over from it. He calls other teachers over to witness our misery. They can’t help from laughing either. They feel like a Greek chorus of authority shame.

Senior year of HS a newly acquired best friend of mine (who is still my best friend now, despite this story) told me unequivocally I’d be her prom date. This is like January so I say “nah, I know better than that. You’ll get a boyfriend before then and I know how that goes for the gay friend. Don’t commit to it.” She…

I’m actually going to give you guys a nice story, but before I do, let me preface it by assuring you that as a closet case who was in the gifted program and suffered from a chronic illness that caused excessive sweating in a conservative, rural town, school was basically a horror show for me. So this was an anomaly.

I miss that swish sound. So comforting.

Like most people, I was an gangly teen- all pimples and limbs and braces. I had a huge, super nerd-girl crush on someone I’ll call Joe. Joe was a year older than me even though he was in the same grade, and had bit puberty sooner as a consequence, so was more man-than-boy shaped. Ravelston likied.

One look at time on…

I do not understand the logic behind him making you wear your dress. Was it specifically for humiliation purposes, or was that somehow “proof” that your clothes never came off that night?

I was a freshman who had gotten close to a junior dude in my drama class, all my friends were convinced he was going to ask me to homecoming, AND he was going to ask me to go steady or whatever. It made sense, we talked ALL the time,he has to be into me, right? So one day at lunch he told me he really had to talk…

On the DAY OF prom, I got a call from a friend asking if I knew her cousin, a senior who also went to our school. He was nice enough but, quite frankly, a pretty weird kid. She says he wasn’t going to prom since he didn’t have a date. I said I wasn’t so sure about the “date” part, but that he should come join all of…

I was at my senior homecoming, looking hot and dancing my ass off, or so I thought.

I feel robbed. ROBBED.

Does the impromptu performance of a choreographed dance - one that included the Roger Rabbit and the Running Man, no less - to Bobby Brown’s “Every Little Step You Take” in the middle of the dance floor count?