Boomba and Critter are the BEST names. Also when I was a kid I wanted to be Samantha or Sunny and when I went on a class trip to a Mennonite village I told the sales people my name was Sunshine.

Jesus Christ, yes. Fucking nobody gets educated about what hymens actually are.

I have a sick feeling that these men who have no idea how to find a clit also have no idea that a hymen isn’t a membrane of skin that completely covers your cervix until a penis comes along and pops it like a balloon. If it was, “virginal” women could never have a period or any discharge.

I’m going to quote Ali Wentworth here (because I read her book for some reason) And honestly this should be true for both women and men.

Crap like this double-standard (which stems from massive misogyny) is why I’m a raging feminist.

That’s why this is misogyny - they came up with a convenient Catch-22 that “justifies” their hatred and, oh hey go figure, covers ALL women.

These guys always seem to latch onto the idea that woman ‘force’ men to buy diamonds but would never consider a relationship with a woman is not traditional and doesn't give a shit about diamonds. It's almost like women are wrong no matter what!

I’m sure this isn’t what you meant, but I was a virgin until my 20s and I wouldn’t have put up with this MRA bullshit. Inexperience doesn’t equal idiocy.

Guys, I’m like, so broken up that I won’t be able to marry an angry misogynist.

As a dude, this whole double standard is puzzling as hell.

Like they would know what it looked like. PLEASE FOOLS you can’t even find the clitoris.

To everyone who seems so confused by her timing:

There are now two receptions and three gowns involved in getting married? Put another mark in the “Hell No” column of the Get Hitched pro/con list.

Yeah, that’s what I came here to say. Ceremony = 20 minutes of walking sedately and standing. Reception = hours of dancing, hugging, eating, drinking, and yes, getting drunk.

I thought the ceremony would be easier on the dress than cocktail hour myself, but maybe she (nor her friends) drink as heavily as me and mine.

I wore my mom’s dress from 1985 for my wedding this year and it was fucking fabulous! I did have to remove the poofy sleeves, though.

ORRRR she wants to wear her own damned dress to the ceremony and has a convenient excuse not to

This is Aunt “I hate my life” Jenny. and below is Cousin “You bitches made my life miserable” Beth

I get that Gawker needs occasional ~craaaazy Japan~ pageclicks, but come on, reportage about a handbook written like 60 years ago? COME ON. Japan has enough white perverts flocking to get a taste of that “crazy, repressed hentai culture.” Japan does not NEED THIS.