Yeah, I'll bet they weren't trying to be racist: they still managed to be racist, though. If they were going for androgyny with bright red lips and more "masculine" eyes, then they've failed in that aim, which is weird because fashion successfully does androgyny all the time. You seem really invested in believing this…

Oof, that's a relief (I can actually see the use of having a vending machine for regular knickers—very useful indeed when an airline's lost your bags, or the lock on your friend's trunk has broken leaving your luggage stuck inside).

Sure, which is why it might be neat if they actually hired a model with almond-shaped eyes, instead of doing something bizarre like taping Crystal Renn's.

Yet that falls down when they leave the tape there for all of the super-feminine pics. Seriously—there's considering all the possibilities and there's grasping at straws, and we're definitely edging towards the latter with that theory.

*Weeps*

Unused, right? Please?

Ummm... They fake joyless sex that they secretly enjoy in order to get pregnant with an abortable fetus! The hoooors!

NOOOOoooooo! The only way to become a mommy is through joyless missionary sex timed exactly to ovulation! Slutty-slut fun sex results in infertility!

See, now that just feels like a challenge. (To any local law enforcement members who may be reading this exchange: Kidding! No need to investigate any... things.)

*Nods* Exactly so—I found this comment frustrating on a number of levels. *Headdesk*

Seriously? Look, the guys who are coming up with this are not the guys who would be curing cancer in the first place. Not every scientist faces a choice between curing cancer/AIDS/whatever disease you think is wildly more important than the work they're doing in their actual field and doing whatever it is that you…

Everybody has some sort of fantasy about the "perfect" victim, whom they would immediately help and sympathize with: anybody who differs from that fantasy is somehow not really a victim, and deserves only scorn. It enrages me beyond belief (and, unhelpfully, often beyond coherence). I am completely at a loss to figure…

And I'm so sorry for what you went through—I had a dear friend who was being exploited at around that age. Everyone just declared that she was a "slut", and I still remember the horror and impotence I felt at being unable to help her. She's okay now, but that was a nightmarish time.

Seriously. The fact that her make-up makes her look older than she is doesn't make it okay: she's a child, she's being exploited, and everyone is pointing and laughing instead of trying to help her. She shouldn't have to suffer because her god damn parents handed her over to this fucker.

Oh, bloody hell, how is this still happening? Seriously, can somebody rescue this child already? I believe I outlined an excellent "sending her to run free on a farm somewhere" plan in an earlier thread, and somebody needs to make it happen. God damn.

That. Is. Amazing. Also, if you make it night, give the vamps True Blood smoothies, and make Bill pouty, I can completely see this happening in an episode.

Here's the thing, though—I'm perfectly happy for him to survive. I want him to live a long, long life in prison, utterly powerless and unable to harm anyone. I want him to die old, alone, useless and pathetic behind bars decades from now. I find something almost poetic in that sort of end for a creature like him.

I am really completely at a loss to understand what the hell the big damn deal is when it comes to breasts. I was in Spain a couple of summers ago, and every single person on the beach was topless (hell, half of them were just naked). Nobody gave a damn. Why can't we just get over it in North America? Seriously, I've…

That's an amazing story, and I really want to wish you the best of luck moving forward—don't doubt yourself. You've done something incredible to actually manage to get out and start to build your own life, and that makes you mind-bogglingly kick-ass.

I tend to find it pretty reactionary when it's not busy being totally uninteresting, so I'm pretty much with you here. (Though I don't mean to be a jerk to anybody who does love it—everyone has different tastes, etc.)