"Back Home Ballers" was worth it for the wifi joke alone. I had tears streaming down my face. I may also be guilty of pretend napping to avoid helping.
I feel tragically uncool that it did not occur to me that she was wearing a grill. Or maybe I should be proud of that fact? haha
The thing that comes through loudest here is the complete lack of understanding of sex and consent among the teens at Norman High. That is too often the subtext to a lot of these terrible rape stories. We have a general population with a very shaky notion of what real consent is. It makes you wonder where that…
Lawyer here. Yes, you're correct if Oklahoma is a one party state. The boy recording committed no crime and if he was not acting on behalf of law enforcement, it's not subject to the exclusionary rule (evidence obtained illegally by law enforcement cannot be used at trial).
"It did not look like she was raped," says Amber. "It looked like she was screaming. If I wouldn't have known her side, then you never would've known."
I want to find one, just one positive in this story, so good on the kid who recorded that drunk fucking scumbag. He should go into police work or something. You can hear him forcibly questioning "Brian," without cajoling him, and successfully getting a confession. Good on you kid. A+ job for an amateur.
I think it's because she, um, works out too much. They say there comes a point where every woman has to pick either her face or her figure, and she clearly picked her figure and tried to make up the difference with cosmetic surgery, and it never looks good. It just... doesn't. That's my theory. (Source: I'm 53 and…
The entiiiiiiiiire Rolling Stone piece is about the fact that giving a young, traumatized victim three "equal" choices and no guidance on how to choose is a very bad way to ensure justice for her or accountability for her alleged assailants. From Erdley:
Debbie Does Dallas (and the rest of Texas. And California. And New York. And probably Rhode Island just for fun.)
I think men tend to be way less accepting of higher numbers than women are. I couldn't care less as long as the sex was safe, but the very few men I've even given an estimate have been really uncomfortable, so I stopped saying anything except mind your business.
I don't think it is ever a good idea to tell your partner "the number". There is no right answer. Hell, I don't think I even know my number. Don't judge me, I was single in my 20's and much of my 30's, and uh, I was an experimental girl.
I mean, everybody's got their own comfort level with intimacy, but I would be nervous to bone someone who hadn't sampled more than 2-3 weens in their day. I'd be more okay with 2-3 weens in one day, or even at one time, because you know that's a gal who knows how to party.
What a horrible way for me to find this out
It is your cat
"(a)nything more than that is unacceptable." HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. K.