So, a couple of weeks ago, I ended up semi-drunkenly hooking up with a friend of mine. It was good, and I really enjoyed myself, but I realized I was having a hard time getting out of my own head to actually finish. Even though he was clearly interested in (and skilled at) trying to get me off, I felt so…

+1 for a solid up and down while looking bemused, followed by, “Aaaaand you thought I was asking for your opinion becaaaaaaause?”

I was disappointed at no Deadpool noms - Yeah I said it, come at me! :)

the rude old asshole who always criticises my dancing was there

Fuck that !!! It’s cold outside. End of story. She’s projecting her pro-Trump bullshit on your daughter.

I don’t dance much because I got a bit of a limp which doesn’t lend itself well to dancing but I totally agree with you.

Every day I tell myself I’m not going to read the news, and every day I give in and read it because I need to know what rights I’m about to lose next. I’m still not innured against the horror that is Outside.

You’re anti-V day, but how do you feel about February 15th, aka half priced chocolate day?

I don’t really know. If I had to guess, I’d say because the women discussing this have a pretty self-actualized view of their female-ness, whereas there aren’t a lot of positive and nuanced models of masculinity floating around for men to internalize. Personally, I came to feminism because the patriarchy was actively,…

The worst were the comments. There was one woman who basically said that if she could only learn to control herself like the article suggested, her husband would be happier with her. Because he is currently not happy in the marriage. Noooooooo. Nooooooo. Noooooooo.

I both hate and love the emergence of the word “cuck”; it’s a sign of the toxic and depressing conception of masculinity in our times, but it’s also a convenient indicator that useful phase of the conversation is over. It’s the verbal equivalent of a confederate flag t-shirt or a yellow sports car.

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I’m sorry, but this is America, you liberal cuck. Where boys are boys and girls are girls, and a man’s only job is to go down to the mill every morning and smash his face into logs until they splinter into piles of matchsticks covered in phosphorous that we can use to light piles of commie books on fire. So get out of…

“OMG MY ENTIRE MASCULINITY IS THREATENED I’M GOING TO DIE WHAT IS HAPPENING MY WORLD IS EXPLODING ARRRRGGGH”

I love everything about this response!

Like, sometimes my GF isn’t in the mood to have sex and I’m clearly like “OMG MY ENTIRE MASCULINITY IS THREATENED I’M GOING TO DIE WHAT IS HAPPENING MY WORLD IS EXPLODING ARRRRGGGH” and then I implode into a small penis-shaped black hole.

Amen. This idoicy is both scolding to women and reeeally fucking insulting to men.

Right? I actually think my husband is an intelligent adult, capable of discussion and compromise. I’m a bitch like that.

A new crop.