This is perhaps not the best place or time for it, but can I say how much I dislike the idea of “preferred” names or pronouns? My name is my name. My pronouns are my pronouns. I demand them, I don't prefer them, and if you use the wrong ones, we will have a problem.

No, junk in a box.

You know what they say, one man’s junk is another man’s treasure.

Wow. We dudes are nothing if not persistent. Andy’s been dead thirty years and still managed to send a woman a dick pic.

I know it’s popular to hate on Gwyneth but THAT is how you do divorce with kids. Too often the parents are selfish cry babies who can’t put their kids first for even a second. I can hate on GOOP the website but I give these two a lot of credit in the parenting department.

Oh, there would be a FUCKING RECKONING

Just last night I watched the episode of Star Trek where Data experiences his first emotion - anger - at having his life threatened by a Borg. He kills the Borg with his bare hands, and then experiences his second emotion - pleasure - at having killed the person that was trying to harm him. I imagine my emotional arc…

This. WTH were the adults doing? It can’t be possible they didn’t know??

It took your comment for me to realize it wasn’t a picture of a dick under a door (which I thought was weird but impressive, I guess).

Shouldn’t real hipsters send dick daguerreotypes?

Analog dick pics! OMG

Back in the 80s, a group of friends and I found about 25 photocopies of some guy’s junk just fluttering down the side of the road. We took a group picture with each of us holding one in front of our crotches. Do you think that back in the old clay tablet days, were dudes there chiseling away at their dick pics? When…

This is amazing. Just think: this guy snapped a photo, probably took the roll of film to get developed (!!) at some photo place, then slid it under her door. I mean, it’s one thing in the digital age, but in the old days you had to involve another person in most cases. That’s dedication.

God, you just reminded me! In about 1995 or 1996 I was out with some friends & their friends (one of those things you do in your early 20s where you’re going out with 3 or 4 friends & you tell another friend to bring their friends to meet up, so they bring their 3 or 4, and suddenly you have like 15 people pub…

OMG I read this too quickly and I thought it was a photo of an actual dick squished under a door! Like, some David Lynch style creepiness. Whew.

This was my first question, too. Like, how much effort are we talking, here? Maybe Robert Mapplethorpe lived in her building and she’s sitting on a gold mine!

Not a Polaroid! In color and had to be developed, so he had mad creepy darkroom skills

Forgive me for asking - was the it the pic or the dick that was ‘comically large’ - I’m not sure from the way you’ve put it.

She got a dick pic when it was actually took some effort. I’m grossed out but also I marvel at the work involved. Wow.