So, we should all choose hairless boys? Are you ElDan in disguise?

… or lying. Back before AIDS and homosexuality had been invented, I used to say that condoms protect women from pregnancy, and they protect men from women who lie about taking the pill. Now they protect everybody from people who lie about everything. And as Dr. House kept telling us, everybody lies.

Also, never ever ever let your kids play in the park alone, or walk home from school alone, or be alone anywhere ever, because some officious super-parent who's still buying into all that '80s stranger-danger crap will bring the police to your door.

An important thing to remember is that you don't actually owe someone an explanation if they ask you out and you don't want to go. You owe them respect, and that's all. You are allowed to simply say, "No thank you." Repeat as needed.

Ask them (politely) to consider acquiring and using an air purifier as described by TheKappa. Depending on circumstances, you could offer to pay for it and the filters.

Actually, I've done it twice. The first incident was when I went out with a co-worker who had me convinced by the end of the evening that he was a predator. I told all of my female co-workers. Over the next two years, several women came to me because he had asked them out and they had heard through the grapevine about…

Holy fucking shit. This was awful to read; I can't imagine what it must be like to live it. I hope it doesn't affect your real-world life. I also hope you contact the police.

Keep a journal. In six months, you'll be able to look back at what you wrote today and compare how you feel. It doesn't have to be deep or detailed, just something that will remind you of where you've been.

I have a gay friend who says he never needs his gaydar when he's with me, because if there's a gay man there, I will develop a crush on him the instant I see him.

Tell everyone you know. Not as an item of gossip or as an act of revenge, but so they can keep themselves safe from this guy.

A couple of years ago I spent a week in Vegas at a convention. I managed to avoid the casinos except for that one time I got lost and wandered in by mistake. I hate Vegas. If it hadn't been for the chance to hang out with 2000 of my closest friends, I wouldn't have gone.

May 1st also has a pesky habit of falling on Tuesdays or Sundays or such, and it's hard to celebrate May 1st on May 4th or April 30th or whatever. It's easier to make Labor Day fall on a Monday.

Off with their heads!

They lost me at "yet another show that circumvents a victimized woman and turns rape into a rhetorical flourish in an unpleasant conversation between men."

Get out of my way. Seriously, Dik, I will fuck you up. This dude is mine.

The perfect man.

To be fair, neither is completely on point with your suggestion.

"I sincerely apologize for embezzling campaign funds, shtupping my secretary, that hit-and-run accident, and my ugly ties. But hey, I'm not nearly as bad as those Slave Tetris people, amirite?"

The part that always brings it home for me is where they were shackled for the entire voyage, including when they needed to go to the bathroom.

You should read about the Stanford Prison Experiment and Stanley Milgram's experiments.