(Eh. Jezebel tries to shy away from being called a feminist blog so this post is kind of funny) But, I think that part of the problem is that so many things that fuel the patricarchy have been veiled in "Feminism" and "Empowering" and "Agency." I can understand why some people (the logical ones, not the trolls…

Not an MRA, but a martial artist here. My objection to the groin kick is that it is pretty easy to defend against. If you get the chance, by all means go for it. But, don't be overly dependant on it or assume that you will get that chance.

Proofer,

When I'm feeling particularly beaten down by my job, I click that link. I've read them all several times now. It's my go to comfort read.

I was there recently. I can completely see one of their waiters saying that.

THESE ARE YELLOW. I CANNOT ALIGN MY CHAKRAS WITH YELLOW.

Beer-battered gratuities are the best kind of gratuities.

Until I hear from an actual doctor that this is a thing, there's no way I'm buying it.

I'm fucking hungry as shit.

This is a story about a friend of mine who is smart but not always real world smart.

I can corroborate that secret shopper shit.

Remember, just because you ordered the Gratuity, it doesn't mean you owe your date anything!

Hahahahaha, re: Samantha, yes, that moment when a customer is so dumb that you start to wonder, "Shit, wait, am I the dumb one?"

"Who ate the gratuity?" is going to be something I use next time I have to split a bill between eleventyzillion friends.

ARE THESE GRATUITIES? OMG I LOVE THOSE. OM NOM NOM, PRICE BE DAMNED.

Doesn't he harass all the women that work for him? At a certain point, isn't it better to just not work there rather than force them to hire women who are just going to get skeeved on by the head honcho?

I can handle a secret shopper being mad about a toddler being illegally served beer-battered fish & chips.

I'm a barista in the Midwest. One of my coworkers started at Starbucks before coming to our shop; and had me in tears after he told me about a rednecky gentleman who came in to order one night. I guess this guy strode in and jovially, loudly asked him, "Hey man! Y'all got them, uh, caramel machetes here?!"

I need No-Red guy to go on a date with Allergic-to-Crunchy woman.

Regarding secret shoppers: Editor's Note: There is no screening process. Any idiot can — and usually does — sign up for that job