Oh, I know that. We women are wise enough to recognize She Who Must Be Worshiped.
Oh, I know that. We women are wise enough to recognize She Who Must Be Worshiped.
She is that — and so much more than that!
I hated her instantly, immediately, the first moment I saw her. I think people just pick up on her privilege and her unawareness of it — and I think she must not be a very nice person — I don't know. I saw her and freaking alarm bells went off. I don't know why, but they did.
I cannot COMPREHEND liking her. My hatred of her was so instantaneous, so immediate, and so visceral. I am amazed anyone likes her, but if it makes you happy — go ahead.
Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever you want...a gem and a national treasure — can we PLEASE just sacrifice her to a Thunder G-d now? Please?
May I marry you? You said twitterpating and hyphenating and things like that make me fall in love and yearn for marriage.
What is it about her that makes men fall over like fools and worship her? Not everyone does, but when they do, they DO. To give two examples out of a large sample — I had a college professor who practically covered the walls with posters of her, he was so in love. I had a boyfriend who would always talk about how…
Just be glad you didn't get dog-piled for being a racist, although...that probably won't happen to you here, since you said you aren't white. Still, it might. If anyone else here calls you a racist, don't even bother answering.
You can do it even if you look young. Just channel that inner schoolteacher and GO! I mean it. I started doing this at a young age BECAUSE I looked young — as young as my high school students — so I would do that to set me apart. Some kids wondered IF I was a student, but a simple, "Young lady, what are you…
I hope you got my previous explanation, but just in case you didn't, I am sending another one in good faith, because it's Yom Kippur. Yeah, it's the Sabbath and I shouldn't be posting — but it's Yom Kippur, so my atoning takes precedence.
"Young man/lady" is AWESOME! Teenagers are particularly terrified of it. They will snap to attention and do whatever you say — years of being addressed this way by teachers has trained them to comply. And they should — what did they have to comply with? Going to class? Gasp! Not throwing things in the hall? Oh,…
He's just trying to read the subway map so he can figure out where he's going. And he's old and carrying a bunch of luggage, so he's more than likely quite tired. I don't see what the big deal is here. It is clearly not a crowded subway car — there is no one standing around that guy. We can't see the rest of the…
You know what? You are totally, totally right.
I don't just ask them. I schoolteacher ask them. I look them in the eye and say, "Excuse me, dear" and I swing myself right into the seat. The "excuse me, dear," usually freaks them out. I enjoy it.
Oh, well. Thanks anyway. I have been trying to figure that one out for years — I guess I'll just keep trying.
Whoa — I was serious. I really liked what you wrote. I thought it was wonderful — I wasn't trolling or mocking you at all. I am so sorry I wasn't more clear and you thought I was making fun of you. Nothing could be farther from the truth — I REALLY like what you wrote and how you wrote it.
I was saying that people on Jezebel often accuse each other of being racist. So, now, although you aren't a racist, you have been accused of being a racist, because you posted on Jezebel.
It is cruel of you to tantalize us with this one story and not tell use any more! You must have at least a few other good stories about your friend and her jerk of a co-teacher.
Because you said it on Jezebel — therefore, you must be a racist. Or at least that is how a lot of Jezzies think. I didn't think you sounded racist. Don't worry about it.
You have a good night, too. In the future, when you see a troll, know that you can never convince them — they don't even really care about the topic they are arguing about. They just like to upset people — it makes them feel powerful AND they get attention. If you are in an arguing mood, go ahead, but it won't…