God, it really is true. Your generation really has no personal boundaries. And you don’t know how to switch interaction modes—or if you do, you are absolutely filled with resentment at having to do so. If someone asks you for directions to the nearest subway station, do you give a succinct answer, or do you feel…

Generation X on a power trip? *laughs*

No, a simple “How is the food?” is polite and unpretentious without being obsequious.

How about beer for wine drinkers? 

I don’t think you get it. They have lives and friends of their own, and they shouldn’t have to want to pretend to be your friends too. I certainly wouldn’t.

How is it “fucking obnoxious” or “pretentious” to prefer that strangers—people one doesn’t know and has never before met—address one politely and formally, regardless of the kind of restaurant in which one is eating?

It's a fantasy, sure, but not a feminist fantasy.

I’m so sorry. Yesterday had to have been an awful day. I hope you’re not feeling too bad today, at least physically. And I’m glad he died at home.

Shame on you. The people you’re painting with that slur were around then; it’s just that the patriarchy had yet to figure out how to infiltrate feminism and turn women against each other. You have no fucking idea how much you owe to those women.

Yeah, it’s just a matter of time before this whole thread (and possibly my account) gets banned. This site is what male-identified feminism looks like, and it’s frightening and depressing. Just more women bending over backwards not to offend the patriarchy and calling it “empowerment.”

Apparently lesbians who don’t want to sleep with people who have penises (because they’re lesbians, go figure) will not only not be allowed at Pride but will be punched and/or threatened with lynching:

Honestly? It’s not. Usually, when my husband and I check into a hotel while traveling, we’ve been driving for more than ten hours, we’re exhausted, and sex is the absolute last thing on our minds.

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Who fucking cares about your skincare regime? No one who matters.

Six weeks after we started dating, we were walking across the campus where we were both undergraduates, holding hands, when my future husband said, out of the blue, “If this were the Victorian era, I would have proposed to you by now.”

No problem. I’d completely forgotten about Adenauer, and there’s definitely far-right-wing stuff going on under the radar (as in most of western Europe right now). I didn’t know about the AKZ/KZ elision—that’s just sinister.

I side-eye us too. Believe me, I don’t trust anyone, including countries whose own wartime anti-Semitism (UK and France) went entirely unscrutinized.

The Germans leveled large parts of London, terrorized the English countryside, and held British troops hostage at Dunkirk. I’m an Anglo-Irish-American with some pre-Revolution Pennsylvania Dutch roots and I still kind of side-eye the Germans, especially the former East Germans, whom the Soviets absolved of all…

I don’t know if they’re still sold, but do you remember the magic markers that had different scents (brown was cinnamon, green was apple, black was licorice, purple (of course) was grape, etc.)? I wonder whether that has ever been a contributing factor?

Ordinal linguistic synesthesia. I’ve had it too, all my life. For me, the number 1 is an arrogant, imperious older man, 2 is his sympathetic, motherly wife, 3 is a small girl, 4 is her slightly older brother, 5 is a teenaged boy with an annoying personality, 6 is a preteen girl, 7 is a sharp-faced older woman who does…