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Yeah, but like laying claim to “a black friend,” mentioning you know some women doesn’t suddenly abdicate responsibility for one’s asshattery to ‘em. It sounds like his unfortunate female relations are suffering already.

Nope. I’m tired of women paying the price for male mistakes. Leave is his wife, daughter and mother out of this. The correct response is:

Apologies in advance. I spent 8 hours today in jury selection for a rape trial. I had On the Road, Haroun and the Sea of Stories, and a questionable translation of Chaucer with me (A. Kent Hieatt and Constance Hieatt, translators, 1964 Bantam Ed.). It turns out Kerouac’s Sal Paradise a mildly terrible person and I had

I am an artist, with an MFA in painting, and a minor in art history, but I’m not sure that matters for this topic. In the context of the article, and the original commenter’s statement, we’re talking about the model, not the allegorical nature of the painting, artist’s original intent, or even the deliberately

She was lacking both a head and a name, reduced to salacious parts without identity. That doesn’t sound like “dignity” to me.

I think there’s another facet to this, along with fear: Western culture’s heavy emphasis on the Bible. By heavily incorporating biblical themes into our culture, we’re priming the brain to accept, “hey, terrible things don’t ‘just happen.’ They are made to happen by unknowable, invisible forces.” And we’ve already got

DNC Chair works hard to make “eh, both parties are the same” a valid f*cking argument, because this is the Darkest Timeline.

Reality has gotten strange. We really are in the Darkest Timeline.

Chucked down a strangely placed maintenance shaft is a good start. Maybe blow up the Death Star just to be sure.

Oh, hey, thanks for the Save the Cat reference. It looks like they’re branching out into a novel writing guide as well. That might be handy, even if, technically, mapping out the course of a narrative is nothing new.

(Metal door handle during a northern Wisconsin winter. It hurt. But I’ve learned and grown since then.)

On one hand, yes. Deep breaths and calmly acknowledging the lie, er, lies. On the other hand, I’m really not sure we will get through this, or maybe I worry about the ever-shrinking definition of “we.” If you tick more than a few “other” boxes off the “default” of straight, old, heterosexual, rich, cis, healthy, male,

I don’t make it until Sunday a.m., local time. But gimme hugs and Jaffa Cakes, please and thank you, if it’s not too presumptuous to request a snack. They’re impossible to find here, and inevitably stale.

Thank you for the fact round up. It’s hard to keep track of all the shitgibbons as they trade hats and dance around in the dumpster fire that is this administration.

Agreed. Also, even if we magically totally eliminated plastic straws, guess what? Despite being demonized of late, they aren’t the big, scary contributors to our plastic waste problem. Sure, every bit helps, but this falls somewhere between “green washing” and “concern trolling” when it comes to actually addressing

D’oh. I did. I really did. I blame spellcheck and no damn coffee. Though, come to think of it, the questionable jobs to which I was referring had more in common with hairballs than rabbits, so, maybe I didn’t?

Oh, those were dark days, post-dotcom bust, and we all took jobs a little closer to the “hair-brained scheme” end of the spectrum to keep the lights on. (I also taught myself to knit, because it was that or take up chain smoking one winter.) Terrifying that those dark days would end up providing insight on national

I am deeply disappointed mine don’t have a secret compartment.

The world is upside down: I find myself suddenly appreciating the over-play of WWII-focused content on the Hitler Channel, er, History Channel. Apparently, they’re doing God’s work.

You’re exactly right. I have never read a single article about a woman coming forward the night of, or the morning after, a sexual assault and being greeted with anything but support and total belief by all authority figures and her loving family. Never is such a woman vilified, further traumatized by our justice