I still don’t understand why cops say “calm down.” Nothing enrages me faster, and I’m clearly not alone

How about this.. you are upset or angry about something, and you are told to “think positive” “stop being negative”. As if you aren’t allowed to express anger at all. Infuriating.

“People are staring.”

It’s fucking crazy-making, isn’t it?

The one guaranteed to make me feel nuclear is “Why do you have to make such a big deal?”

It’s fucking crazy-making, isn’t it? Honestly, the men in my life are WAY more emotionally driven and fragile than the women. Sure, it mostly presents as anger, but as GlanceAskance said, anger is in fact an emotion, and a very potent one at that. I rarely see women fly off the handle for some slight but I see dudes…

Nothing makes me less calm than being told to “calm down.” My boyfriend learned this very early on in our relationship.

I love that they do this to us when most of them get nearly violent watching a goddamn football game on television. yeah,*we* need to relax.

I pity the man who tells me to ‘calm down’ ever again. But not that much.

To paraphrase a wise woman, one would think that would be the easiest part of one’s day

Because men don’t get hysterical over every little thing.

It drives me crazy how a woman loudly protesting sexual assault/harassment is somehow seen as worse than the actual harassment itself. The victims are often condemned in harsher terms than the accused. But if you don’t make a scene, then the first thing people ask you after the fact is why you didn’t.

Sounds like a fair deal to me. I accept

Actually, you can start by listening to them when they say “no”. If a woman says she doesn’t want to come to your hotel room, don’t insist she come with you. A woman may have a good reason for insisting your interactions remain in public view. Maybe she heard too many stories of guys who think a woman coming up to his…

- and even if they ask to see your dick, you should probably refuse 9 outta 10 times.

I was 15 and attending my freshman year homecoming dance at a new high school.
A kid I’d never seen before walked up, started fast dancing with my group of friends and myself (cool) and then casually grabbed my tits with both hands (NOT cool).
I justifiably freaked out, left to the ladies room, was followed by some…

That’s a little chestnut of wisdom my mother never had to tell me.

Amen.
If you’re a big enough jackass to set the scene, I will sure as hell make one.
Good on Rose (and others) for refusing to fade into the background.

Here’s the deal...

The only times I hear “Don’t make a scene” is from a man to a woman, and from a parent to their child. That speaks volumes.