This is a story of how one of the worst days of my life ended up reaffirming my faith in strangers and in the human race in general.
This is a story of how one of the worst days of my life ended up reaffirming my faith in strangers and in the human race in general.
Daft Punk called. They would like a word.
"If you run into an asshole in the morning, you ran into an asshole. If you run into assholes all day, you're the asshole." -Raylan Givens, Justified
I'm a childless 37 yr old heterosexual man and I'm going to see this.
Does she live in Pleasantville? Why is her house black and white?
She's glowing because she made the rest of the photo black and white, which is hilarious in and of itself. She's trying to magic eye trick us into thinking her face is the most full-of-life thing in the room, instead of the stocked bar on her right. But the stocked bar steals the show! Look how naturally beautiful…
Ever since it was a surprisingly original, stark take on loneliness and death?
Things I have learned:
He only forced me to have oral sex.
Women are screwed either way. You "think every man is a rapist" if you are skeptical and prioritize your safety and don't trust them, and you're "too naive and careless" if you let your guard down at all.
Same. Told my former best friend and she called me a manipulative slut lying to ruin a "nice boy's" reputation. Decided it wasn't worth it to pursue the matter any further. I try to pretend it never happened and avoid getting close to men so not to be taken advantage of again.
Kitty, I am so sorry. That sounds so terribly isolating. I have had a similar experience. Having your "loved ones" willfully isolate you and exclude you from empathy is a horrible betrayal.
"You've already been violated. It's just not worth it. It's too much humiliation."
BUUUUUUURRRTTTT!!!!
Contact the author at mark.shrayber@jezebel.com.
THIS IS WHY WE NEED INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISM. Sorry for the caps, but this kind of case DESERVES to be looked at and reported on as if under a microscope. Little snippets of information in tv soundbites and the subsequent social media outrage doesn't lead to lasting change like a well-researched article can.
It should be called what it is: Traficking.
Her hair looks so fried in that photo. Ugh. And she had nice hair before.
Yes, before there was the internet, there were cats.
I was constantly reading Amal Alamudin as "Anal A La Mode." I am immature.