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A very similar thing happened to me in seventh grade, minus the coach factor. He was an actual teacher, but all the girls were allowed to hand things in late, retake tests and quizzes as many times as it took to get an A, cheat, whatever. The guys were not.
I heard a few years later that the guy was a bit of a

This kind of thing happened to me too, in 9th grade. To this day I consider that experience the main reason I psyched myself out of going into science instead of social science when science is my real love.

When I tell people about it, so many people act shocked that it was so blatant, but I think that kind of

The Jesus thing is a problem, partly in what it suggests about his general thought processes, but particularly because there's no bigger waste of time than going to bed with a man who thinks sex is dirtier than you think it is.

They don't. Single women are doomed to a life of unhappiness and poverty and will die young and alone, covered in spiderwebs because their cats are too aloof to kill the spiders, and their corpses won't even be found based on the smell because they'll be perfectly preserved thanks to all the booze single women drink

Classless people who don't understand that weddings are to make money for the future. Fuck.

But what if the sister only got them a gift basket?! Or worse—100$?!

This one looks like more fun. It's magnitudes cheaper. And again...way more fun.

What the fuck is wrong with people?!?? If you can't afford your lavish, $200/plate wedding without expecting your guests to pay for it, then don't fucking have a lavish, $200/plate wedding, you spoiled, entitled, pathetic brats.

I was on a fairly good date with a guy who checked plenty of boxes. We were seeing a Whedon film (HUGE PLUS), he was ginger, funny, etc. Then he went on a rant about working with Felicia Day on The Guild and basically said she and other female nerds don't have to work as hard to achieve their success because they are

Preach. To add to my internet photo paranoia, I have been cyber-stalked, which is something I've only told a very small handful of people. I'm angry that I am basically forced into telling people that after they get really ridiculously harpy about insisting they be allowed to post any and all pictures of me on the

Better than TJ Meatballs: TJ Cookie Butter. Advertising for that would be far too dangerous though because I would be forced to eat ALL of the Cookie Butter.

What? Bullshit. Men totally look for the root of the problem. We're tinkerers and... something something.

Back at school a classmate told me he thought that people walked faster back then, just like we know it from the speed up videos. I know that's some fps issue causing that.

One of my history professors in college was a boy during the war, and he said that only black and white photos of that period look right to him, because that's how he saw the war reported in newspapers.

My cat doesn't need to go to the effort of transmitting tuberculosis to me. He sits directly on my chest and sucks my soul out through my eyes. Much more efficient.

So it's my birthday in a few days (July 3rd! Woo!) and I was hoping that as a birthday present everybody would post pictures of their favourite adorable animals. I'll go first, this is a baby crane and the best thing that I have ever seen.

I'd initially been feeling bad for her and hoping that her husband has a cute young campaign manager who's keeping her busy while he's away.