“When I said my female colleagues couldn’t take criticism or keep their hands off of me, I was just being honest about my own shortcomings.” Okay, bro.

Actually, I watched it all on Netflix last year. It holds up pretty well!

And now she’s a fucking chef! Seriously, Minka, we believe you! You’d be the perfect girlfriend! Now you’re really just taunting us.

“Real” meaning it has mass and occupies space? Or “real” meaning it was won in a knife-fight, taken off the bleeding body of an actual hobo?

Honestly, I do empathize with the frustration and confusion Burkett expresses (and, really? “Only say these things where no one can ever hear you” is how we’re going to deal with feminists wrestling with frustration and confusion now? maybe not a great look), because I remember being frustrating and confused when I…

Back of the neck is hardly impossible to hide. Mine is usually obscured by collar or hair or both, and I sometimes have people who’ve known me for years catch a glimpse of it for the first time and be startled that I have one they didn’t know about.

The issue is the distinction between refusing a certain service and refusing to serve a customer. For example, say a gay couple comes in and asks for a wedding cake that says SUK IT, STR8 PEOPLE! Any baker could absolutely say, actually, we won’t do that sort of language on a cake, but what we can do for you is a nice…

I’m sure you’re not the only one, but you’re objectively incorrect. There is abundant evidence that shock, panic, denial, freezing up, and dissociating from your body are statistically *far more normal* responses to being plunged directly from a situation where you feel safe to one where you feel violated. You can…

Yeah, between this and “you might think I’m fat, but IDNGAF because men still want me and that’s all that counts,” today’s not my best Amy Schumer day ever. Can’t take away that Friday Night Lights sketch, though. That’ll always be rad as hell.

Ah, okay, that’s not how it reads at all to me, but your clarification does sound much better.

This comment feels really off to me, and I can’t quite articulate why. It’s kind of slut-shaming? Like “can you EVEN IMAGINE the kind of woman who would have a threesome with one of her friends and a moderately attractive dude?” Uh, yeah, I can imagine that. And then framing the whole thing as some kind of commentary…

Of course it’s not less important, but I think she’s not giving emotional and psychic advice so much as she’s giving writing advice. She specifically says that being overly fearful of how others perceive you will *ruin your story* — that is, not that it’s bad for your health (though I’m sure that she’d like us all to…

I think it’s far less common now than it used to be, but I think it’s not an accident that older romance novels are full to the brim of dashing rapists. And I remember reading Nancy Friday’s books about female sexual fantasies in the 80s and early 90s, and rape fantasies were still incredibly prevalent at that point.…

I actually think “Slavishness on one hand breeds pigishness on the other” is a legit terrific quote. I mean, sure, it’s got 1972 all over it, but it’s snappy, memorable, and best of all, true. I kinda want it cross-stitched on a sampler.

I can’t be wrong, because I don’t really disagree with anything you said. That’s because I said all along that I *don’t* consider Dunham’s behavior to be comparable to Duggar’s. I think it’s different for all *kinds* of reasons, just like you do.

Yeah, I think it’s actually kind of ugly to have the privilege of marrying the person of your choice, and a whole bunch of friends and family who are willing to go to some trouble and expense to come and celebrate your thing (and probably give you gifts, and possibly pay for your big, dumb princess party...), and then…

I fully believe this comment will remain in the greys, because that seems to happen to people who challenge Jezebel’s narrative when reporting on the Dunham memoir, but what the hell. The single incident of innocent pebble-finding at the age of 6 is not the only story in the book about the ways in which Dunham…

Also, bullshit that “no one you have ever known” treats women as inferior to men. That’s just such a stupid lie. What’s the matter with you that you would even try it?

Right? My teacher friends are fucking baristas on the weekends and in the summer. Living the high life there.

I wish we wouldn’t use “PC” in this way. From the very beginning of the term, it’s always been used to describe liberals who were (perceived as) overreacting in their quest to create tolerance and safe spaces. It has *literally nothing* to do with pearl-clutching over swears where the children might hear. This is just…