The whitest is probably Green Bay. The drunkest, Philadelphia. But if you’re looking for the highest combined score, then yeah, Buffalo.

I live in the South and blogger is correct in making fun.

It’s like Fargo, but longer and harder to follow.

When I read that part where the crazy homeless guy grabbed your crotch, I just remembered the crazy homeless guy who kissed me as I was waiting for the bus.... and the guy at the gas station that lifted up my shirt to see my stomach tattoo, and the guy that pulled over in his convertible and asked me “how much” as I…

Even the denouncements of Trump from the Right have come with so much baggage. Notice how often they talk about the need to protect, or cherish, or rescue, or defend, or champion, or whatever women? It would be nice to hear just one of them say, ‘how about we simply treat women like their bodies belong to absolutely…

Fuck that shit, Betty. I am with you 100%

There was a guy I worked with that was handsy and I told my boss(a woman) and said if it happened again then tell him and report it. She went and gave him a heads up and he says to me “I’m sorry for touching you” in a way that made the whole thing even worse.

I love what you said about the smaller assaults making you question yourself. It’s about the men’s behavior, really. But somehow when it’s discussed it’s always been about the women. What was she wearing? Was she really THAT good looking? No. It’s about the man being a criminal turd-head.

As a gay man, similar things have happened to me (small things, but that still stir up the same kinds of emotions, I imagine however, not as intense or severe). Every time as badly shaken as I come out from it I think, “wow, women deal with this on the daily and much worse. I don’t say that downplay my issues and male…

You’re right, the smaller assaults are the ones that make you question yourself, victim-blaming yourself - even though you know it’s not correct, and you’re not to blame, there’s this odd part that still reflects & takes inventory, running through that checklist of possible things you may have done that resulted in a…

I lasted one day at an upscale little hotel because the owner literally backed me into a cupboard and tried to grope me. The chef rescued me by making up a problem in the kitchen and I never went back. This is coming after a temp job for a language school where all women had to wear skirts (not as a uniform “well the…

This is so perfectly expressed. And I fucking hate that it had to be expressed because it means it happened, it happens, and it keeps happening.

All of the “smaller” violations build up over time, they are part of the air we breathe, and underlie the numerous doubts that keep us from coming forward in cases in rape. They contribute to the atmosphere that this is just how things are. That our bodies are not our own.

Yesterday I had a client caress my shoulder and tell me “there’s nothing sexier than a woman’s skin.” I wanted to hit him but I told him to never touch me again and had a male coworker deal with him.

I can’t even count anymore. Even yesterday a man I didn’t know put his hand on my belly when he leaned in to talk to me. Twice. After I asked him not to the first time.

I’m sorry all those those things happened to you, but I want to thank you for sharing, because I would have never thought about it that way.

So what you’re saying is that Trump’s “presidential” temperament/behavior is equivalent to an asshole 13-year-old virgin’s. On that, we agree.

Years ago when the world was young I had a (married) boss who showed up at my apartment one night, drunk as a lord, eager to relieve me of the burden of not ever having had sex with him. He had been out with some of the other engineers that night, and they’d gotten to talking about me, and he thought he’d just stop by.

Same. I very deliberately rerouted my life to take my rapist through the criminal justice system. But all the small, subconscious ways we edit and second-guess ourselves to just DEAL with the smaller stuff, it makes me equally angry.

Jesus Christ - this whole thing is the gift (you don’t want) that just keeps on giving. I JUST remembered ANOTHER one - coworker at a work outing Brewers game who kept fondling my thigh under a shared blanket - so roughly I had bruises for two weeks. I eventually sat away from the group to escape him and shivered with…