I’m considering getting my boyfriend to fake erectile disfunction so I can get my hands on some viagra now.

I read a really interesting article about this as it relates to photography a few years ago. All the “test faces” for Kodak film were white women, which meant that calibration for darker skin not only didn’t happen, it wasn’t even considered. I take passport photos as part of my job, and it’s noticeable still that…

Nail tech = person (usually woman) who works at a nail salon. Spends entire day in poorly ventilated workplace inhaling acrylates and other fun chemical crap that hasn’t been tested (or has only been tested on men). They’re canaries because we’ll only find out how toxic that stuff is when the nail techs start dropping…

Has there been any testing on viagra for period pain since then? Like now? There’s nothing stopping them.

I’m now going to rage scream into my pillow, so I don’t go on a murderous rampage.

I follow a bunch of science AND gender writers/tweeters/researchers on Twitter so this is All Over My Feed last two days and there are loads of absolutely terrible takes but definitely my least favourite is Economics Bro being like “uhhh this can’t be true because pharma companies want to make money? so obvs they…

Ugh, rape to advance the plot. I remember a horrible Stellan Skaarsgard / Selma Blair movie in which she was raped, the detail is so horrible you can just google yourself, thanks. To add to the horrible experience of seeing this movie, I will always remember this couple in front of us sat through the rape scene yet…

That is so painful! Also infuriating that rape is so blatantly overused as a plot device. I am glad that you didn’t see that movie. No one who idolized Sting should have seen that movie, EVER.  

OMG, I was DYING to see that movie during my own huge crush on Sting (he was my first, biggest and only rock star crush). I’m so glad I didn’t now, though he now creeps me out for other reasons.

I have a few friends who work in Hollywood and they claim she is, if a little quirky (which I expected). One works in the Santa Clarita diet show and says she’s an absolute doll and remembers everyone’s name, and tries to get everyone out on time bc she gets that everyone has families and shit to do bc she does too. I…

Well, I think you have me beat for worst teen movie experience. My mom took my little brother (four years younger) and me to see “Youngblood,” the hockey movie with Patrick Swayze, Rob Lowe...and sex. AND our doctor was there! Oh man. So embarrassing. But nope — you win. Sorry about your birthday!

Did I mention that it was my birthday? And that my terrible older sister took me and four of my traumatized friends to the theater, and then hassled me for years about my poor choice? No internet = very limited info about movies! 

Dude. I was in love with Police-era Sting as a preteen. (yes, I am old.) I made the terrible decision to go see a movie called Brimstone and Treacle in which Sting literally *rapes a disabled young woman back to full consciousness* and I couldn’t help but think less of him from that moment until the end of time.…

My mom thought he was hot, but I always got creepy vibes from him. Then I saw Poison Ivy and I was like, “SEE!! He’s a disgusting perv!”

If you had once been engaged to Ben Affleck, you might doubt your relationships too. 

I wear big underpants. Started that long ago when I realized how much more comfortable it was having more skin covered against my outer clothes. I don’t care what anyone thinks. 

Uncomfortable truth: famous people really seem to love Gwyneth Paltrow.

Holy shit that lipoma looks like a Rorschach inkblot......

Ce chien est confus...