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Totally. The second presidential debate last year had me reliving every incident of sexual harassment, groping, flashing and stalking in my life, and I realized I had been walking around thinking of myself as “one of the lucky ones,” to whom nothing much had ever happened. I remember when my friend’s grandpa grabbed

He’ll always be Daryl “Stray Dog” Coopersmith from Adventures in Babysitting to me.

I’ll definitely keep posting here, but my comments on Lifehacker are completely disappeared. I may just create a new burner, because contacting Lifehacker would entail losing my anonymity.

While Kelly is at it, perhaps she could ask colleagues over at Lifehacker to unban me, where I have no idea what I did to offend the purveyors of productivity and cooking tips.

It just all sounds so much like Scientology.

One of the reasons I love it is because it reminds me of the scent of mock orange from my childhood in Missouri. :)

A duck on a junebug after my own heart. ;) Me too! PS: Have you ever read any essays on Fracas? There is an entire perfume subculture, and Fracas has attained near-mythical status.

I used to be so “meh” about Monet. I did not get the big deal at all. Then I saw Blue Waterlilies at the Orsay, and it felt like you could reach your hand into it. That changed everything.

Thanks!

The 2nd Amendment is not just an amendment like prohibition, but one of the first 10 we know as the Bill of Rights. To my knowledge, none of these 10 have ever been amended, and they tend to be thought of as founding bedrock principles of the nation in a way that, for instance, the 18th Amendment (prohibition of

People are so credulous of men’s denial of rape, that I am beginning to wonder how often people accused of other crimes, such a theft, just say, “No, he gave me that money out of his wallet as a present,” and get away with it. “Well, it’s he said/he said *shrug*. Some people do give money to other people, so perhaps

I’m aware and I didn’t remotely imply that there ever was an era when women were treated well. I meant the difference between a literal conspiracy, such as Weinstein literally conspiring with ex-Mossad agents to silence critics and Sunderland literally conspiring with Milo Yiannopolis to sick trolls on Lindy West

Floral Fracas is my signature scent.

Maybe Paul is a neighbor like Michael Keaton in Pacific Heights. If someone purposefully infested my home with cockroaches, I would want to do more than break their ribs.

Yeah, I was discussing with my sister the other day how it feels lately like there is a literal conspiracy against women, and, uh, between this and that shitbag at Broadly sicking Yiannopolis on Lindy West with “Please mock this fat feminist,” and people like Halperin and Taibbi being respected names in journalism, I

A few years back there was an incredibly smarmy video circulating where Hoffman cries as he describes playing Tootsie and empathizing with women. I remember being grossed out at it back then, without knowing any of this stuff, and now I find it even grosser and more manipulative.

I deleted my personal Facebook, linked to my personal email, because they are a gross company and I hate them. (Yes, I’m certain I do business with other gross companies, but Facebook kept reminding me how gross it is, and I couldn’t fucking take it.)

I don’t think the person would complain if this was kept under her desk.