"I AM NOT A THIEF, I AM JUST A FUCKING PSYCHOPATH. DON'T YOU FORGET THAT! I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS BLIND BUT I WOULD NEVER STEAL A PURSE!!"
"I AM NOT A THIEF, I AM JUST A FUCKING PSYCHOPATH. DON'T YOU FORGET THAT! I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS BLIND BUT I WOULD NEVER STEAL A PURSE!!"
Men (and women!) : It is perfectly fine to say hello to a stranger, or try to strike up a conversation with someone who seems interesting or appealing to you.
My friend had a man openly masturbating, facing her, for a half hour bus ride. She was too afraid/uncomfortable to say anything (no one was stopping him and she would be the petite one in a group of woodland sprites, without any aid she felt helpless) and the car was too full for her to move. WHY IS THIS SHIT EVEN A…
I can't believe nobody else said anything. That's so awful, on so many different accounts. I'm sorry that happened to you. :(
Oh this shit again. I remember when I was younger, I was not so much angry as just confused by men who got angry when rejected. I was shy but I guess attractive enough that I got this shit a lot. It started out as unreciprocated flirting and ended in telling everyone what a fucking bitch I was for thinking I was too…
I'm just glad she's alive - there have been a couple of cases lately (the girl who was killed by her classmate because she wouldn't go out with him, the woman in NYC who had her throat slashed after rebuffing a man's advances) that have had far worse outcomes.
Be the change you wish to see in the world. (Check for cameras first.)
But women are crazy. Women are emotionally unstable. K.
Serious question. What can we do to help protect ourselves? I was about to buy mace and my friend was like- could be a good idea but you could also get it in your eyes. I'm feeling so sad about all of this. I feel like it's all escalating. Or maybe there is just more reporting on it. I don't know. :'(
OMG, that is so fucked up. It reminds me of the time I was riding the Paris metro to work early one morning and this dude sat next to me and asked me out for breakfast. I was like "umm no, it's 6am and I really just want to sit here in my pre-caffeinated grumpy haze." He got more and more agitated, started pacing…
IDK, I mean, I'm not a woman but if I were just riding the subway by myself and some guy physically assaulted me because he found me attractive, I'd be flattered. I dunno why women gotta make such a big deal about a guy thinking they're pretty and then violently attacking them for it. It's a compliment, ladies!
I will never get over the fact that some men attack women because of slights to their ego or sense of self. This reminds me of years ago, when I was in college, a freshman girl got viciously punched in the face by a guy because, when she saw him walking behind her, late at night, she shifted her purse from one…
I am waiting for all the menz that dash in for every one of this articles: But how else am I supposed to meet women? I'm just being nice, saying hi. Why do you women have to be such tight-ass bitches? Why didn't she just talk to him - then he wouldn't have attacked her! She should just have been nice!
Once he was at the car and tried to steal her phone, she should have said yes and agreed to give it to him. Via Morse code. With punches for the short sounds and kicks for the long ones.
He wasn't trying to steal her phone, he was just trying to put his number in there for when she changed her mind.
Dear American Friends,
I think it also depends on the insurance provider. Mine was a true HMO and didn't have any bells and whistles. In and out. Sending a nurse though is smart from a business stand point, as it is cheaper. A new mom will just book dozens of appointments with the pediatrician, which will cost the HMO/insurance company…
On Wednesday, America proved once again that it cares more about protecting the careers of brutal police officers…
My point is more that that seems like a waste of time, money and effort. A UK midwife and health visitor carry out the checks in my house and makes sure everything is ok.
Pfffffft. If I ever get knocked up, I am