Thanks for the laugh at the end, I guess? I LOVE that even racist fucknuggets want to make it super clear that they are, in fact, nice guys.

I LOVE the state of education in modern America.

And I never said there was a connection between the absence of a rape badge and a man’s likelihood of being a rapist. Your original comment asked who on earth would wear an I heart rape badge, and that’s what I was addressing. No worries, we’re on the same page.

Yes, but they aren’t usually wearing the badges that advertise the fact.

Of course they are, but they aren’t likely to be the bikers wearing rape badges. That’s what I was responding to. Sorry, that wasn’t clear.

We’re all victims of our time and place. Some of us can rise above, some of us find unhealthy ways to cope. This is hers...

Don’t do that. She was raped. Raped in a time and a place when it was absolutely going to be considered her fault. She’s doubly a victim, both of what sounds like an incredibly traumatic rape and of a culture that told her she was at fault. It’s difficult NOT to internalize that. It’s how she made it through. It’s how…

I suspect she’s talking about a real biker gang, and not a bunch of yuppie dudes who ride on the weekend, if they can get away from the wife and the office for a few hours. So...not the BEST class of person.

I get weirdly nostalgic thinking about those Jello molds. I made a tiny one for Christmas a couple years ago, and everyone my age (40) was oddly excited to have a tiny serving.

I’d be fine with that. We all make idiotic mistakes, and can only hope to learn from them. I don’t really envy the administrators there, as it will be pretty impossible to please everyone. And this should be an opportunity for those young men to learn.

It’s entirely possible that the overwhelmingly negative response to this event is part of the education process. They might, in fact, learn that actions have consequences, well beyond what they might have imagined. I don’t think they were advocating rape. They were, however playing with the all too real idea that…

I feel like my privacy has been violated. I did NOT give permission for anyone to sneak into my bedroom and snap a pic first thing in the morning. :/

I am sending you the biggest, warmest, most supportive internet hug imaginable. I know you know, intellectually, that you will get through all of this, but it bears repeating: you will get through this. Things will be easier again, and you will be happier again.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. You win. (Sorry.)

Pfft, that is nothing. When I was 17 I found my parents sex Polaroids in an envelope, which they had accidentally tucked into a box of family photos.

I’m pretty sure this just broke me.

Eh, you thanked them with gifts, so they did receive thanks for their participation. That’s what counts. And I’m sure you wouldn’t have bitched if ONE didn’t give you a gift, or gave you a shower gift but not a wedding gift, like the woman in the letter.

Yes, ideally, I would agree. But I remember being broke and in my early 20s, and was very happy to get a beautiful thank you letter from a friend who had me make her a very simple veil from supplies she bought. They had a simple morning wedding and brunch reception to save money, so just the fact that she sent a…

See, that’s perfect! And very thoughtful, actually.

Wish I were still in NYC! I really enjoyed the movie, and the idea of a musical sounds just crazy enough to work.