Oh, I’m very sure he is. It’s just that it doesn’t make it any better to be a self-absorbed douchebag who misses that the guy you’re writing about tried to strangle his wife while she had cancer because you’re too busy talking about yourself. It’s not exactly exonerating, y’know?

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Really? You’re, um, really going to die on, “Hey, he wasn’t protecting a spousal abuser, he was just too self-absorbed to notice the spousal abuse!” hill? REALLY?

There can be multiple villains. Whether or not Monroe had already addressed the issue, it’s pretty clear that Hefner didn’t consult her, didn’t compensate her, and published photos she would just as soon not have had get more exposure to the public. Even if he was legally justified in doing so because the photographer…

Further trivia: In the 1980s, he shilled for an early version of the Red Bull energy drink that was exclusively marketed in Communist countries. Their slogan: “In Soviet Union, Wings gives you Red Bull!”

I don’t think it’s worth obsessing over. Yes, you might wind up with a lot of platonic female friends that you’ve never tried to date, but at the end of the day, that’s not at all a bad consequence. And eventually, if subtle hints don’t work, maybe one of the women who like you will try asking you out instead.

My internet theory is that every film has Wings Hauser in it.

People who had unhappy childhoods and who saw “Full House” as a window onto a world where parents were genuinely supportive and loving, no matter what they or their children were going through, and who needed to know that it was possible to make mistakes and still be deserving of happiness.

I’d heard the spun version, but I didn’t know until this article that the photos were published without her permission. EEEWWWWW. I somehow found a way to like Hugh Hefner even less on hearing that.

Got it. You’re a callous asshole who gives shitty, unhelpful “pull yourself up by your bootstraps” advice to everyone, not just sex workers. Thanks for clarifying!

Oh god. I thought that was a joke when I read it in the article.

The answer is really simple: Pay attention to the woman, listen to her, and pick up on the social cues she’s giving you. Does she seem interested and engaged when you’re around? Does she pay attention to you, make eye contact, greet you when you come into the room? What does her voice sound like when she’s talking to…

Good for her! Megan Fox has been crapped on a lot by sexist guys, and I’m glad she’s getting to do something fun and educational.

But the point is, you wouldn’t do this with any other industry. You don’t hear about conditions at Amazon and say, “Jeez, warehouse work is so devaluing and objectifying. You need to do something more worthwhile with your life, you STEVEDORE!” You say, “Wow, those are shitty working conditions! Someone should do…

Roald Dahl definitely got one thing right:

I know you’re telling the absolute truth and it’s genuinely terrible institutional racism at its worst, but I can’t help picturing the LDS having a big “soul-granting” ceremony for all its black members. “Congratulations! You’re now an officially paid-up human being in the eyes of the Lord!”

He will shortly be joining his mentors, Chunk Beefsteak and Gristle McThornbody, for a one-way trip to a new home planet on the Southern Sun.

Whereas I would say that there’s nothing inherent about it—the act of sex work is objectifying and dehumanizing because there is so much performative rhetoric that frames it in those terms. When you’re constantly telling women, “How can you sell your bodies like that?”, you aren’t just performing a neutral, objective…

Okay, you don’t think they’re making awesome choices. Why not?

It’s not the industry that devalues women, it’s the stigma associated with it—a stigma you yourself are perpetuating. Attitudes like this are what keeps sex workers exploited.