I’ve known the man was evil ever since he kicked my dog at the Washington Square dog run. Orange Croc and all.

Shame on you, Mario. For some reason, this one doesn’t shock me much. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but creepy city.

Has anyone else here read Kitchen Confidential by Antony Bourdain? He pretty much wrote about how horrible sexist restaurants could be.

Calling it now- Bobby Flay is next.

I don’t know what you’ve been yanking on, buddy, but horses don’t have udders.

Mr. Monkey and I are going to see John Oliver on New Year’s Day and I am so.very.excited.

I want to say that the collective USA doesn’t deserve John Oliver, but women sure do. He’s beyond amazing.

I knew I loved John Oliver. This just confirms it.

This is what being an ally looks like! Thank you, John Oliver, for using your privilege to hold Hoffman accountable. For any men wondering ‘what do I do’, this is it. You speak up and don’t let abusers get away with idiotic responses.

It’s like your racist aunt’s forwarded emails became sentient, coagulated into a semi-human form, developed narcissistic personality disorder and dementia, and were voted into the Oval Office.

You may have read this already: Stephanie Coontz’s book “A Strange Stirring: The Feminine Mystique and American Women at the Dawn of the 1960s.” Fascinating book about how Friedan’s work transformed women.

If the harassment was considered minor (staring at breasts; groping; unwanted touching, etc.), we needed to suck it up, keep our heads down, and do our work. Fairly well the only sexual harassment considered worth the name was pressure to sleep with the boss or actual rape. And even then, one was likely not to be…

I find it hard to believe that not speaking out against sexual harassment was what it meant to be a feminist in the 70s, especially considering howmuch of the 80s involved legislation to confront that issue.

Exhibit A: Monica Lewinsky.

My mother worked in big law firms starting in the 70s, and through the 80s... she has horror stories. And yes, the expectation was that you wouldn’t complain and not rock the boat.

Generational note.

I am so incredibly sorry. I know your pain. I lost my husband @27 in a freak accident @ work. He went into a building to rescue someone and died. We had 2 kids and one on the way. I had a miscarriage immediately after his death. I had been with him since I was 19. He was much older, a one night stand turned cosmic…

Focus on being with him now. Just live in the present. You can grieve when he’s gone. Don’t waste precious time. Just embrace every moment you have.

My husband died in 2009.

That fucking sucks. It’s utterly unfair. All I can say is, eventually you will find a way to live with the grief and the loss and the pain, and you’ll find a way to go on in the way he would want you to, even if it’s the absolute last thing you feel like doing. I hope there’s some comfort for you somewhere.