When I saw the link was for “how to talk to women wearing headphones”, I first thought it’d be a joke page that just says “YOU FUCKING DON’T.” (A la howdovaccinescauseautism.com.)

BINGO!

“*I’m* not like those other hoes! *I* can change him!”

But it had already started down that road, for sure! After having lived abroad for 2 years, I came back in 1995 and found myself walking through Alphabet City wondering, “Wait, who put a WINE BAR here? The local hookers will never be able to afford to drink there.... wait, where are all the hookers?.... And who put a…

SETI is the most levelheaded bunch of alien-seekers you could ever meet.

(A). The correct answer is (A).

Let me guess, his next line was ‘can’t blame a guy for trying’. Yes I can, bitches, yes I can....

Exceptions can be made for emergencies like “Hey, you dropped your wallet!”. But if the person did NOT really drop their wallet, and you were just trying to get them to take off their headphones so you can schmooze them, then yes, you are still a monster.

Wow! He calls himself an “expert”, but he really has no idea how to leave women’s boundaries alone. Way to go, Senor Self-Delusion!

WOW. *dies* Note to self: Watermelon cures Sweaty Vagina Syndrome.

If I want your opinion about my appearance, I’ll ask for it!

She’ll be smiling because her face is reflexively doing that “Oh god oh god oh god, red alert, do whatever it takes to pacify the threat and escape this situation NOW” thing.

That’s why more of us need to set that example! If you can indirectly make just 1 person feel like it’s OK to, y’know, go to the bathroom while you’re in the bathroom.... then you have done your part to help chip away the evil antipooping patriarchy. ^^ Centuries of conditioning, man, it’s a bitch.

Me too! I confess I’ve done it myself in my more-repressed youth. Now that I am old and DGAF, fake soundscreens are no longer necessary.

Hahaaa, we’ve got one of those in our office! - I’m not even convinced she poops or pees; she seems to just be playing around on her phone in the only quiet private environment available. But since there’s only 2 stalls, for the whole office, monopolizing one of them so you can play Tinder or Candy Crush or Pokemon or…

Right? Just a well-timed swat at the flush lever.

I don’t feel guilty if she suddenly feels she has to cut her poop off— THAT IS WHAT WE’RE ALL HERE IN THIS BATHROOM FOR. To relieve ourselves. And I gotta go at my pace, so I won’t hurry. Just let it go, man. A lot of people are fighting against centuries of social conditioning, but it’s not my job to help them along…

Gurrrrrl. xD

I’m on board with that!