I just got bullied by some hardcore lefties. I tried to bring it to their attention and they just told me I was clearly an oversensitive idiot who can’t help but get offended at everything because I’m wrong (because that kind of response isn’t bullying). In a very very blanket sense, I think the far right is super…

Society will never, and I must stress NEVER, put a stop to bullying.

Fucking zero tolerance. That led to a friend of mine, a straight A AP student, getting beat up in a hallway, not defending herself in hopes of not getting in trouble, and getting suspended for 10 days anyway. She’s a doctor now.

This right here is my greatest fear. I, too, want a better school life for my son than I had. Looking back, I see that all the “strategies” my parents and the school counselor gave me were just more ways for adults to get out of dealing with the problem. Calling anything “skills building” or “problem solving” for kids…

Logically I know that the more curated and pristine a person’s social media presence is, the more likely that person is full of shit.

This is really insightful as to the probable reason why kids feel more depressed and also more bullied. People are more lonely online but also they feel more free to say vicious things to one another behind a screen. There are also so many more opportunities to get bullied. Before the internet At least the bullying…

A critical difference with bullying today (and this extends all the way to adult crime and punishment): The story never goes away, and follows you across the globe. Once something humiliating about you is online, you can never run from it. You can’t reinvent yourself in a new city - all it takes is one google search…

Aren’t both kids and adults doing most of their socializing behind screens nowadays? So that leads to less drugs and sex but also more social isolation which could lead to depression.

some women are required to wear them to work because of dress codes. Some are still trying to be Carrie from Sex in the City, some have partners that lurve heels and some just enjoy wearing them.

a lot of women who are required to wear heels at work will pack them and wear flats on their commute.

You do you! I hate heels and I’m barely five feet tall. I refuse to wear them because they hurt so much. Plus I blew out my knee in 2007 and deconditioned my heel-wearing capabilities. But I wish I could wear them occasionally, because they look so fucking good

If someone want’s to wear heels, wear heels. I personally wouldn’t even If I had a desire to cross-dress. So many women complain about wearing them yet do, that I’m really unsure of why they do it. Sure, (I’m about to objectify the shit out of women here) some women (and men) just look absolutely stunning in heels, I…

I’m with you—I’m not putting myself through pain to impress anyone. I finally got rid of my one pair of modest heels (my “funeral shoes,” so named because I used to figure it was worth trotting out an acceptably “appropriate” look at a sober occasion) when I realized that nobody worth anything is going to be upset by…

Heels fell out of favor at least once before.

As someone with Plantar Fasciatis, I literally cannot wear heels more than two inches or I’ll be almost completely crippled the next day. Sometimes after wearing them, I’ll sit down in the car, drive home, and barely make it into the house. Also, I’m already almost 6 feet tall in bare feet, I don’t really need to be…

I don’t follow. Short people don’t inherently weigh more than tall people...?

Because of a weird bone deformity compounded by searingly awful arthritis I literally cannot wear heels at all, except for very clunky, blocky ones with big thick Cuban heels—-the minute I try to stand up in a pair of normal heels, this absolutely savage pain tears through my feet, and there’s no point in my…

I’ve stopped even keeping heels in my office for a special appearance. And the other night I went to a fancyish event in cute flats (which was a big deal for me) and most other women were in cute flats too. Freedom!!

Manolo mention it. You’re Welcome.

Thank Choo, free at last.