I did ask her that in a brief follow up, actually, and omitting her comment from the piece was an oversight! Admittedly, I was trying to file quickly. Here’s what she said:

I take a libertarian perspective, that any reasonably smart business person would just set up shop and make money other people don’t want to take.

My first job out of grad school was at a publishing house in Manhattan. Late summer, early fall 2004. One of my coworkers was a bit younger than I was and a recent Princeton graduate who had no intention of voting.

hmm, I don’t wanna be that person, but this, from the NYT article, seems slightly fucked up?

I have no issue with women-only social clubs and this investigation seems kind of dumb to me. But completely separate from the issues discussed here, it’s more than a little *problematic* for Audrey Gelman to talk about creating safe spaces for women given her relationship with Terry Richardson and silence on the…

Hellman’s. Otherwise, fair.

Ugh. Condiment puns.

I remember when ketchup issues were really simple...

Except it’s not the opposite? He’s literally saying, “My game isn’t sexist, but it does treat women as little more than sex objects and rewards for the male protagonists”, which is textbook narrative sexism.

How so very very “I’m not racist, but”

He says that dry, tight, feeling from bar soap makes him feel “clean”. Just one of those things.

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Why? Well, Hunt and Ackerman think it’s because she has every scene memorized

If you have to explain the joke in that much detail because it wasn’t received well, then it wasn’t funny in the first place.

They could call them uroboritos!

Being female adds new source material for these disgusting trolls. They say really rude things in open chat (which I now never go into, without a majority in my party so we can kick out anyone being vile). That said, I once had a guy message me on PS4 that he was going to rape me repeatedly & Sony banned his entire…

Translation - I may be a total sleezebag, but at least I’m not Roy Moore!

Considering cotton candy melts to nothing the second it’s in your mouth, I have to think cramming as much in there as will fit through your pie hole is the only way to go here.

Growing up in the midwest, the first time I had mayo on corn on the cob was a revelation. I married into a big Mexican-American family, and my wife’s grandma throws weekly Mexican barbeques every Sunday evening, with steak, chicken, ground beef tacos, and mexican-style corn on the cob.

This take is irredeemably bad. I Can’t Believe it’s Not Better.