We both WEPT, as we knew we would, and it was one of the reasons we arranged to marry in a completely private ceremony (with only the officiant, and photogs there as witnesses). We both had hankies in hand bc we knew it would be a weepy mess. Miraculously my makeup survived (one of the main reasons I got lash…
Then I demand a raise. And a BJ.
And this is exactly why my dad made me learn how to change my own tire, he knew I’d never be able to count on a man to do it for me.
I desperately need someone to teach me how to man. I went in my garage the other day and I exploded in hives. I had to wrap my body in the softest blankets to soothe my angry skin. I picked up a hammer and it immediately became lodged in my throat. I had to ask men at the man store to remove it. Later that same week I…
Why is masculinity so fragile? I mean I know why, but why?
I teared up and cried a bit. My husband, however, ugly-sobbed his way through it. It was amazing.
I did not cry. I did, however, start to have one hell of a panic attack once it was time for me to walk down the aisle. As I started to wheeze and get dizzy, my father (who was walking me down the aisle) looked at me and just grinned.
Given that there are some really beautiful native plants that don’t require the level of water consumption that grass does, totally agreed.
I’m just shocked actually, paranoid, and a little squeamish now about even watering at all,” she said.
These stories run the gamut from hilarious to downright horrifying. Still, if I got the Ezekiel 25:13 speech from Sam Jackson it’d be like the sun on my heart for a thousand years.
I love how the girls - the real victims - have become completely invisible in all this. And when I say love, I mean “I would like to set someone’s face on fire”.
I kind of like that it is sexy.
One of the things I value so much, reading this story, is how clearly it shows the way that reporting someone isn’t always and shouldn’t be assumed to be a horrible excision of deep personal trauma—that the author reported him with the primary goal of keeping other women safe.
I loved this line: “I support Emma, but I am not Emma.” I experienced a sexual assault at a young age and sometimes I feel like I owe it to women to talk about it. But that’s not my process. I don’t owe it to anyone. Neither do you. Emma is wonderful, but you aren’t obligated to be her.
“I can’t stress this enough,” she told Jezebel at the time. ‘The wider point here is the gamification of the harassment of women.”
Good for her.
I'm here to join the sit-in on getting some goddamned long torso/big boobs blazers. Blazers are a serious necessity in my field of work and I am OVER not being able to find one that fits properly.
If baking a cake makes the baker a “participant” in a gay wedding, does that mean that Christian gun shop owners are participants in any crimes that may be committed with arms they’ve sold?
The MOST adorable.
