This is what I think of every time I see comments shitting on the Kardashians for basically existing in plain view.

I tense up like crazy when coworkers do that too me. What gives them the right to think they can touch me?

I work at a university, and two years ago I sat on an admissions committee. Our prospective students (this is a graduate program) are asked to submit short videos that tell us a little bit about themselves and why they want to come to our program.

I’m an attorney. I had a genius (legit!) prof in law school who dedicated a significant portion of our class time to talking about how to respond to soft sexism in the context of client relations, the courtroom, negotiations, etc. (milliem, your story arose more than once.) Once, when talking about how to respond when…

This shit so hard. I deal with a lot of contractors and truck repair companies on a daily basis. The amount of times I’ve been told “Sweetie, it’s going to be fine” when those assholes are running behind on getting me something fucking important, I could write a book! My favorite was when I had to repeatedly call this…

I’ve commented before about the small contractor, who was also a racist, sexist assbag, that I worked for years ago. His idiocy and ego knew no bounds. My favorite was when I was sitting in his office with the project manager (PM) for one of our regular meetings:

For someone who doesn’t care, those sure were many words to pen.

Living in DC. felt crappy when I woke up, but I had a thing I had to do in the morning, so I went to work. Kept dashing to the bathroom throughout the morning, but nothinh came up, so I told my boss “hey, I’m not feeling great, can I go home?” He said yea.

Bachelorette parties will forever have a special place in my heart. The first time I ever went to a real club (alone and with a male friend), this guy kept creeping over and grinding on me, uninvited. I wasn't yet the elbow-throwing feminist menace I am today, so I didn't know what to do other than sort of awkwardly…

I actually sort of know these people through friends. Your article is abso-fuckin-loutly on point.

Oh I gotta start telling people to chase pigeons, then I'll flip em the bird and point it away. "there it goes!"

Love it!

I'm not a big fan of Madonna's music, but I have recently become a huge fan of Madonna herself. She is one of the original truly self-directed women out there, and has set a precedent for lots of others, in that she has always been the subject of very harsh criticism and gives zero fucks about it.

Enter The 36 Cotton Chambers

Don't forget Raising Hell Cause Massa Dun Sold Me, and 99 Problems (But Being a Slave Ain't One).

Why did my mind go to Cotton Gin and Juice?

A friend of mine on Facebook came up with this:

Wtf cares? Why are you so uptight that she benefits from her parents successes? I'm pretty sure that's part of the reason they worked their asses off; to be able to provide for their kids and give them the benefit of being able to have and do all the wonderful things in life a kid>teenager>young adult>person should be…

i get where youre coming from, because i think you might believe that dissing a young woman for having presence as well as physical beauty and style to be somehow uplifting for people who may be 'negged' for not being recognized for having those things, but dont we get pretty much EVERYTHING by genetic happenstance…