The gossip and tabloid treatment of Bruce’s transition has pissed me off from the first. I’ve refused to click any links or participate in speculation. Here’s why:

My real body is naked and lumpy and strange and I’m fine with it.

...starting this month, each red box of Spanx promotes a dose of what the company says is feminist inspiration: “Don’t take yourself or the ‘rules’ too seriously,” reads a message card.

I wear Spanx while giving engineering lectures to all-male audiences. I find the squeeeziness to be really comfortable, and it keeps my posture good during long lectures. I wear corsets for ballroom dance, because it looks good, and if I don’t, I get crippling back pain after an hour.

But again, I appreciate that Jezebel is *generally* a place where people know the difference between sex and gender and where educating a commenter transcends “it’s possible to be transgender and have sex with women and not call yourself a lesbian” because the folks here can *generally* figure that stuff out for…

Jezebel is about the only place on the internet I read the comments.

I just wanted to participate in/witness actual discourse. Not jokes about the Kardashians or dudes who clearly hadn’t watched the interview. Discourse reflecting the fact that an icon of masculinity - an Olympian AND a decathlete - is a transperson. And that this individual is navigating a liminal space in transition,…

Sorry it took so long. We wanted to watch the whole thing and make sure we got it right.

Nope, no need for excuses. If I wanted to be an asshole I would just say something crude and never respond to anyone who replied to me.

She looks like a Monster High doll, which is like a Bratz doll (aka Ariana Grande) but more evil.

Judge Brown?

fallacious arguments.

Introduce? When you take up with the babysitter, that is no longer an issue.

You gonna need to keep your serotonin receptors intact.

The tables at the Crystal Castle are set with Blac Chyna

ALL OF THESE NAMES! who are these people! why am i so old! where did i put my glasses!

Crystal Castles sounds like a strip club, or a tacky wedding venue, or a Florida Woman. But not a band.

But if men don’t comment on our bodies, how will we ever know if we “look good...and I mean really good.”

I mostly ignored boys in school, totally uninterested. But thinking back, when I first started wearing real bras in 5th grade, boys used to make a game of snapping my bra straps.

I have many brothers and sisters and even more nieces and nephews. My mom would go on and on about how this baby looks like that person, or they look more like their mom or dad, etc. And for the life of me, I just don’t see it. How the fuck can you tell when they are so little?!