Yet another facet of how the patriarchy hurts EVERYONE.

As Lindy West once said, "I'm a witch, and I'm hunting you." 

HOly fuck, I’m so sorry. I just wrote a long screed on my blog that no one knows about that every time they do this we all have to relive it. I gently hug you through the internet.

All signs point to no. 

I was a teen in the mid-90’s and lived and saw just so much stuff that was never reported. I remember some dummy giving my friend and I weed laced with god only knows what, then pinning me down in his basement while I fought him until his own dog attacked him. I was super pissed off, really respected that dog and…

I am so sorry. I’ve been shocked by reading the #whyIdidntreport stories and seeing how many are from children who were afraid it would lead to a parent being jailed. 

I wonder if the Republicans realize what they have unleashed.

I didn’t report my rape because it would have ruined my family. I was raped by my uncle @14 in the upstairs bathroom while the entire family was out in the yard having a bbq. If I had mentioned it to anyone, my father would have killed my uncle, gone to prison, and my family would be over. So I didn’t say anything. I…

I’d say that’s more meaningful because it’s unintentional. This? This is just assault masquerading as ‘art’.

I remember this one art installation that was just a pair of eye glasses on the floor. It turned out however that someone had just left their glasses there. And yet.... people still spent time standing there asking “WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!?!?!?!” So in a way, it kind of was art.

...Forgive me, I need a moment. I feel like I just watched a cartoon.

Maybe Kavanaugh can claim that his drunken sexual harassment and assaults were an extended performance piece.

Out of curiosity I watched a documentary about her getting her Vegas show set up and my gosh, she is a genuine, good human.

Go home, Weezer, your version is uninspired trash. These guys were hanging in a pizza shop and give me more feels than anything you’ve ever done*:

It’s obviously so I can use the venue for my 40th birthday extravaganza 2 weeks later, but my heart will go on.

She performs it as one of her final encores on top of an elevated platform while a spinning waterfall encircles her. It’s amazing.

That’s a real, “shame, shame, shame, shame, shame, shame”.

That would be the work of her late husband, who was probably the smartest, savviest Pygmalion the music industry has ever seen.

I would have wanted to see that show but I can’t stand hearing that Titanic song.  Celine is an awesome person. 

I was recently in Girona, Spain which features the church where Cersei began her walk of shame. I was very surprised there wasn’t anyone there renting out or selling large bells, missed opportunity. (There was a small shop nearby with a cheap mock throne that you could pay to get a picture with.)