Damn I loved this blog. Long may it live in our hearts and minds! Jane, thank you so much for giving me the chance to contribute; it has been an absolute pleasure.

godDAMN he is goodlooking though

Thumbs up to the dude that recognizes that PUAs are gross and that women aren’t objects to be possessed or acquired!

Except we don’t know that she’s uptight. We just know that something she saw made her uncomfortable, but not why.

WHY EVEN HAVE AN E! WITHOUT A SOUP

Yeah, it all depends on context. If he was replying to the title then it is pretty fitting. If he’s replying to the article then pretty insensitive. Maybe this fits best:

Babycat is one of his nicknames — he prefers it to his “real” name, George. But he is also known as Joe, JoJo, Hey-there-Georgie-Cat, Foo, and Inspector Bossyboots, to name but a few. Many aliases for many moods.

Ignore him. He wants to be EXACTLY that guy. He doesn’t deserve the attention.

Do what I do, live in Scotland.

Are we the same person?

And it’s not like the pale-shamers are any nicer to people of color. No, we’re also supposed to be white-person-with-a-tan. It’s the WORST.

Pale-shamers are the fucking worst. Like do you know what I would have to do to maintain a year-round tan?! Who has that kind of time/money/nonchalance about skin cancer and leather skin?

I’m firmly team “do not buy gifts for your boss”. You can gift down (your staff, assistant, etc.) but gifting up is awkward unless you have a significant personal friendship. Your boss doesn’t want you to spend money on her.

I tell my dog that she’s the prettiest lady in all the land every single day. But only because it’s true!

I seriously walked into the comments on the mary sue article about this like:

Sometimes I let him out in courtyard of my building, but not after dark. After dark he gets brave and I’m afraid someone’s going to take him home or he’s going to get hit by a car.

My morning starts out almost identically except I have to get up immediately to feed the cat b/c he won’t stop crying. Then I get back in bed and crumple up and complain about how tired and sore I am.

I always took “say whats in this drink” to mean in that coy way “phew, this is a strong ass drink”.

I’m with everything Eldritch has to say about the song. The context is important, it’s about a woman wanting to spend the night but being scared because DUH SLUTTY MCSLUTTERSON. I’ve used the “I’m too drunk to go home,…

omg, that “say what’s in this drink” line was a pretty common “joke” in the day. The woman singing in the “baby it’s cold outside” duet is clearly not super drunk, and she also wants to be there. That song is not about rape and that’s all there is to it

Alright. Let me sit you down and tell you a thing. So “Baby It’s Cold Outside” was written in 1944 and it’s about a man and a woman discussing ways they can spend the night together because they are unmarried and doing so back then would be hugely disastrous socially for the woman. They come up with excuses they can…