There are very few universal truths in this life; but here is one: When your SO tells you, “I think we should see other people” (or any variation thereof), your SO already has a specific person in mind.

I don’t know your situation but please leave that church and those people if you possibly can. Some wounds never heal but they don’t have a chance when someone rips off the scab every week and draws fresh blood.

I get what you’re saying regarding coping strategies, honestly I see them like you do too. But as you say; sometimes it isn’t disabling. Often, though, it really is. I mean someone who misses a leg isn’t always bothered by it not being there either, they could make a phone call just fine. But often they still are.…

Because women can’t never be perverted. My little brother was groped when he was about 16 in a crowded train by a gang of 3 girls, who called hime “awesome” and jeered at him. He cried in our house after that because he felt humilliated. Fuck those girls.

Do you commute regularly at rush hour on the subway? Because yeah, not a lot of movement (the Q train was a mess on Monday in NYC with everyone having to figure out alternate stops around Times Square .... and yes, we really were just fucking annoyed about the impact to our commute). Earlier this week some poor guy…

“pressed my tits into him, and straddled his leg” doesn’t even remotely read like she was just standing there and happened to enjoy the situation. Men use that “well it’s just so packed, my hand was on your ass because it couldn’t go anywhere else” excuse on crowded subways all the time and it’s transparent bullshit.…

By trying to get sexy by humping men on a crowded train, the woman may make men think when women are pushed up against them unintentionally, the woman is trying to be sexy. As a woman, I don’t want men assuming I’m trying to get frisky just because the train is super crowded.

Today’s internet comments are yesterday’s letters to Penthouse.

Maybe it’s better to ask people to stop before punching them.

I could go either way on the train letter.  The breathy details suggest the possibility of some faker getting off on a subway groping scenario, but a legitimate groper might well write a letter that breathy.

I still can’t understand fellow autistic people who say that they’re not disabled. I just...don’t get it. We’re a social species, our social abilities are strongly diminished as compared to the wide spectrum of neurotypes we call “the norm.” We often even miss entire abilities that are at the core of our social…

It’s almost as if Dan thinks politics have implications on a global scale. How silly of him.

(And if anyone should be ashamed, it’s the person snootily bloviating for three paragraphs about an imaginary slight. You can actually read your monocle fogging up with indignation as you typed that out.)

Fellow non-American here. I guess cos we can’t buy anything on Kinja deals, we don’t really count.

I completely agree with you, but where is Dan “hedging?” He comes right out and says, “you should leave him.”

Sex in public is my #1 favorite thing of all time and *I’d* leave the dude if he was this entitled, self centered, and controlling.

Jesus Christ, woman. Run and don’t look back. What a prick.

My wife and I had sex 3 times this weekend. I only instigated one of those times, but as I performed like a glorious pornographic acrobat and rang her bell, I boldly asked, “Who’s your daddy?” And she said, “Please don’t make me laugh!”

Anal Sex Event is a prog-rock group from Seattle, formerly known as the Choke Me Daddies.

Depends, I usually assemble a crowd of villagers so they may bask in the glory of the event, there’s the sacrifice of the fatted calf and then we light a pyre and sing the songs of our ancestors deep into the solstice night.

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