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notasgreyasilook

Even marriage, with rings exchanged and papers signed, is just consent to being married not to sex, you might have to agree to an annulment if you refuse to consummate but you can’t be compelled to have sex. So, how could something as trivial as taking a pill, getting in a car or being in someone’s room mean consent?

Literally none of what you’re saying is relevant. She could have taken a fistful of pills on her own and passed out naked in the middle of a public park. If anyone tried anything then, it’s assault. The why and how of her taking pills is only relevant because of our cultural ideas about what a “good victim” is. She

Wait till you get to SCARY ISLAND in season 3. Peak RHONY.

No. I do not co-sign.

It’s truly bizarre to me how much white people hate successful native-run casinos. I live in a state with a pretty sizable Native American population, and many casinos. One tribe has an incredibly successful casino (they’re basically the only place for entertainment for miles around, and they get actual semi-famous

Our 3rd grader asked us, point blank, “how could people vote for someone who is racist?” the day after the election. Besides being heartbreaking, my wife and I really had a tough time giving him any sort of answer that wasn’t just “some people do stupid/terrible things”.

I have been thinking lately about the sheer naked disparity in intellect that now exists in this country....and it made me think of toddlers.

Trump has a number of anti-hispanic and anti-middle eastern policies. When people deputize themselves into Homeland Security and ICE, they aren’t very nuanced differentiating between hispanics, asians, native americans, middle easterns, etc.

Middle school teacher here: I have had five major racist incidents (That we know of) this year, which is five more than my previous nine years of teaching combined.

Oh no, a-hole, I was able to read every one of your words. And how you reduced a superhero to the effectiveness of her ladybits on your eyes (and I assume, your boner).

Deadspin scooped by Twitter user @5lk?Gizmodo Media Group is already really reeling from the loss of Ashley Feinberg.

Harder said than done for the anxiety wracked amongst us, but a good goal to work for. Another technique I’ve picked up over the years is to remind myself that people spend 99% of the time thinking of themselves and not thinking about a minor stupidity that an acquaintance said.

Next Door is great in my neighborhood! I rarely see anyone griping and I’ve found out a lot of useful information about local events, good recommendations for plumbers, etc.

I joined, and it was a lot of people talking about lost and found pets, snakes in attics, and what maintenances services to use. I found it interesting for a couple of days, then deleted it.

I ignore most it, but I find it really helpful for finding out about new restaurants or shops in my neighborhood or any specials going on nearby!

Yes, I think we both need individual therapy as well as couples—thankfully we are about to start jobs with good insurance so we can pursue that. I come from a family where people yell at each other and then get over it, whereas he comes from a household where no one really yells they just kind of lecture and stew.

I’m reading a humorous reference book about saints. No, seriously. They described Saint Nicholas’ revival of three murdered boys found in brine barrels as “getting children out of a pickle”.

I find that bit helpful. Saves us having to post pictures all over the neighborhood. There was one post about a “suspicious person”. I kind of just shook my head and thought whatever. I’m sorry people are shitty on there. It could be a really useful tool.

There’s just a lot of lost dogs and cats in my neighborhood. And a lot of people selling stuff.

In my neck of the woods it’s a lot of posts about seeing “suspicious people” digging through trash or running through alleyways. It’s like most social media - an opportunity to type in all caps to other people, brag or complain. I’m sick of it.