This is my favorite news to come from any state recently - and my state is next!
This is my favorite news to come from any state recently - and my state is next!
"I don't understand why women just don't TELL men they aren't interested."
Ha! I came here to say exactly that. This is why we all nod and smile and claim to have boyfriends instead of speaking up and telling the creeps to just leave us the hell alone. Holy christ.
Ugh. I had to have an extremely drunk asshole bounced from a bar during my friend's bachelorette party. He kept coming up to the girls in the group and getting in their faces, trying to grab their drinks and touch them. It took 3 different visits to the bouncer and manager to get him booted. I finally grabbed the…
*sigh* Someday they'll be some good news from Oregon featured on Jez.... someday. I swear we're not all weirdoes!
Just more evidence that women don't have to fear retaliation for rejecting a man. OH WAIT?!?! Is this the kind of reaction women are afraid of? Still won't shut down the MRA's
The only positive trend I’ve witnessed—to a small degree—is when I go to music stores and people don’t try to show me pink guitars. I love pink, but unless it’s a rare early Strat in coral, I am not interested. :-)
So I do see a bit of a change in the music culture, and it pleases me to no end to see young women…
Similarly, a friend of mine was in our local comic shop, and the clerk was a touch condescending to her about a specific issue she was buying. Fortunately it was summertime and shorts weather, so when she turned to leave he called her back and said, “Um, i apologise for what i said before. I realise that a girl with a…
I used to work for a certain video game chain before it was bought by ‘Stop. I was the token female employee for the five years I was there. I took an immense amount of evil pleasure in having male employees bring customers to me for technical questions or opinions on games like Halo and Splinter Cell.
He switched them back??? The punch line to this story is fantastic.
Hahaaaa, I forgot about this until just now: Usually my husband and I both get beers with our curry, but one time he felt like a G&T — waiter came back, put G&T in front of me and beer in front of him; we rolled our eyes, switched them and started drinking. Then when the waiter came back with our appetizers, he…
I am a huge soccer fan and my boyfriend, despite being Colombian, is mostly ambivalent. He only watches games if I’m watching them. Yet everytime his male friends totally ignore me when they talk about soccer, even as he’s saying, ‘actually thorin watches more than I do.’ After the last big Clasico we were out with a…
Oh fucking hell. A lot of men don’t like hoppy IPAs, either, my ex being one of them.
This is why, when opening wine for a table, I pour the taste for the woman. IDGAF. It’s my little way of bringing a touch of misandry to fine dining.
I love responding to those remarks with an earnestly curious “Why?” and this face 😶
Yeah, I’ve had similar experiences. My ex was always trying to keep his weight down, so he’d always order diet soda. I’d always order regular. I’m a stick, but even if I was just trying to be health conscious I’d prefer a water to a diet anything, because I hate artificial sweetener. Yet there were many times where…
This happens to Mr Parade and I ALL THE TIME. He’s French. He drinks a lot of wine. I like bitter beers. I don’t think anyone has ever correctly given him the wine.
I was a music journalist back in the day and dudes would still circle up at parties and block me out of music discussions either physically or with extreme dude volume.
This makes me laugh and burn with rage. I know a lot about beer (certain kinds. I’ll never warm up to Farmhouse or Saisons and know nothing about them). At an airport bar recently, the bartender asked me if I was sure I wanted the IPA. “It’s pretty hoppy, and most girls don’t like hops.” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?…
The same thing happens to me when guyrootof and I enter a record store. Granted, he is more of a collector than I am, but the point is, we both collect. Clerks try to talk to him about obscure jazz stuff and then barely acknowledge my presence. It's obnoxious.