I have a ... thing about having my hair touched but I'm white so the only time it happened was when I was five and so blond it was almost white and some Japanese tourists apparently thought it was as fascinating as hell. It just... boggles my mind that so many white people don't even consider for a moment that it…

"ran his hands through my afro."

That's a word my wife and I use a lot: PET. We're trying to get our daughter to understand the concept, but these dern millenials aren't trying to keep up with the racial bullshit.

Some white women have this problem, too, with black men. It's clearly not as rampant, as 1)guys are far more bold and creepier 2)most black males do not have any significant hair or 3)those of us that do usually have dreds, which people erroneously think are "all bad".

What the, whaaaaaaaa???????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why would someone just touch your hair without saying anything? What the everloving fuck?

I actually wrote something upthread about how I (a black woman) get hollered at more by men of color but white men physically occupy my space more. I actually have stopped wearing my natural hair out because I grew weary of people touching it. I don't wear it in braids either (simple corn rows) because a man reached…

As a queer woman of colour the street harassment that I find myself on the receiving end of varies by demographic and frankly, for me, the most terrifying kind is the silent and hostile kind practiced by white men.

This icks me out major. So sad that women's bodies, and so often black women's bodies, are not seen as our own.

I haven't put my finger on exactly why, but your story from the tattoo shop has me livid right now. Even more so than hearing/reading other stories harassment. I think it's because he didn't even acknowledge you. Like, you weren't even worth acknowledging. You were merely an object that he could touch at will. Layers…

In my mind you gave him a swift foot to the ass as he walked out the door. (I know that's not always possible/smart/safe to do.) What a fucking creep.

It's such a strange situation when it comes to my hair. I've had men (and women) do the touch and run on my kinky curly hair but more often than not it's creeps in bars that lean over with their rancid breath and ask to "boink" my curls. As if I'm supposed to be flattered by their invitation. If someone grabbed my…

this is like that scene in Twin Peaks where Laura's dad tries to dance/make out with Maddy before killing her.

Yes, I am not sizing up someone's attractiveness when they approach me on the street, I am sizing up their threat level. If I meet someone in a calmer, safer environment, then I might think about how attractive they are.

This is like when your friend starts dating a total lame-o and you don't want to say anything because it will turn into this huge "thing" if they end up, like, getting married or whatever, but you're desperately trying to make a telepathic connection with her to let her know she's like 5 status points above him and…

I pride myself on my car trip taking patience. I never rush, I take frequent breaks, and I try to generally enjoy the car trip as much as is possible. Sometimes this leads to overnight stays in random hotels in Connecticut.

Macarons are gross.

We are most certainly not supposed to be blind to race.

Say what you will about Pnina's designs (most look like what would happen if a satin factory and a Tampa strip club collided and made a glorious love child) but nothing beats her insanity. There was an episode of SYTTD in the first season where the bride was trying to negotiate on a Pnina dress and her answer was "but …