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This is one of the stupidest and most pointless rules I've ever read in regards to a dress code (or maybe anything). I can understand dress codes that prohibit wearing/carrying items that feature profanity, and I can understand footwear dress codes that prohibit heels above a certain height for safety reasons, and I

ugh, fair enough. you couldn't just let me have my tingly-ness could ya? fine, i'll just go back to drooling over tom hiddleston. He doesn't have any weird/scary religious beliefs that we know of yet, right?

I'm not hugely political, but if I had lots of money, I would donate lots of money to this guy. I'm still considering donating some money to him despite my less-than-stellar financial situation because he seems so awesome. I'm basing my opinion on his response to the NPLA, the badass branded condom, and everything

Also, regarding #3 - I shut down completely when I am with women who think that catcalls are compliments. I just can't engage because I can talk about internalized misogyny until my face turns purple and they still won't get it, and it's just not worth it to me. Now, when little girls start talking like that, I make

Re #2 - YES. Don't Trust the B* was such a funny, smart and interesting show and 2 Broke Girls could have been that too (the premise was interesting enough at first), but instead it's a shithole of racism and stupidity. That the former was cancelled and the latter is still on the air is just a testament to who is

YES! Especially with her hair dark. She makes me feel tingly in places...

Jesus. First of all, I'm so sorry you have to deal with this crap — it is totally high-school/college level drama and it's inexcusable past the age of 22. Your friend doesn't sound like she's being much of a friend to you, and she's certainly not being much of a wife or friend to her husband. She's also insinuating

Absolutely. I was 11 or 12 the first time I remember getting catcalled, and I'm very short and have a very round face - most people thought I looked about 9 years old when I was 12, so it was gross. And it instilled this fear in me every time I walked past a group of guys, a fear that would cause heart palpitations

My ex (of 3 days, I am still heartbroken), was also a Marine, but we knew each other from before (college) and we started dating about a month or so after he got back from his second tour in Afghanistan, at the end of his 4 year term. It was probably not the best idea to start a relationship so soon after he got back,

I'm really sorry for your day - and I agree, I see Jez as a space to get things off your chest without having to deal with Facebook drama — like if I were to post on Facebook that I am having trouble making it through the day without crying every half hour or so, and that I'm in so much pain right now that I'm

This is the greatest gif I've seen all day. It reminds me of the look my nephew gives me when I tell him he can't have a 3rd donut (or 3rd bowl of ice cream, or 7th cookie)...it starts to work until I remember that I still need to look after him for another few hours and I am NOT equipped to deal with the

For me, this would be worse that finding a flaming bag of dog poo on my doorstep. But I wasn't always so terrified of dolls. I had a doll when i was young, maybe 6 or 7, one of those ones with the eyes that open and close if you hold them vertically/horizontally. I loved her and called her Blondie (after the band, but