Biden was a faux-concerned, frowny-faces asshole white man who REFUSED to let two other victims testify at the hearings.

She was the first PUBLIC face of sexual harassment. All of the rest of us just suffered daily, in work places all over the nation.

Yeah, but Working Girl was a real shit-show of a movie.

People did NOT believe Anita Hill. She was “vindictive.” She was “a woman scorned.” She was “just trying to get attention.” She was “making a huge fuss over harmless jokes.”

A million jillion billion stars

Fucking dudes. All manner of pearl clutching at a shitty (misogynist, BTW) metaphor, yet not even batting an eye at the president who proudly admitted to sexually assaulting women.

I have this sappy belief that music is a universal healer

I’ve seen exactly one full Woody Allen movie: Manhattan. I have never like him, never been impressed with him, have always wondered why everyone thought this sexist pig was such a “genius.”

“starlet” says it all.

I know, right? Who would EVER hire Ben Affleck again after that disgusting drunken spectacle where he sexually assaulted the interviewer, and it was broadcast?

THANK YOU. Have never liked Steve Martin since that creepy-assed book.

Oh, jimni, jinni! I am so, SO sorry! How heartbreaking!

My dad is 85 years old and somehow has gone all his life managing not to sexually assualt or harass a woman. Same with my 83-year-old father-in-law.

“Stop being a lil bitch” is a misogynist insult, pointing pit that said man is shaming himself by acting like a woman.

Every girl at age 10 should read The Gift of Fear by Gavin de Becker

In HS, when I would exchange friendly chatter with a store clerk or some stranger with a cute dog, my abusive boyfriend would clench his teeth and snort: “Do. you. have. to talk. to EVERYBODY?”

YES OMG. For “little old ladies”

“We aren’t in the same situation as working class whites, and we have never been.”

If I never hear the word “feisty” to describe a heroic woman’s actuons, I will be a tiny bit happier.

Me, 19 years old in DC. Broke, depressed. Decide to get outside, where it was 99 degrees every day, for weeks. Blessed a/c on the Metro. I get out, head toward the National Portrait Gallery. Two dudes pull up alongside me in a car, begin harassing me. I walk more quickly and “ignore” them. One guy gets enraged. “What,…