Someone explained HOURS AGO that there are things you cannot do if you’re not married, things that you can’t control - I challenge you to go to a notary, tell them to draw up a contract between you and your SO, and then put in the contract “oh and my SO’s insurance is required to be extended to me, and all hospitals…

Dude, saying what you really mean and tearing everyone else apart isn’t a parody.

The whole first like 45 seconds, then there’s a blessed pause in it, then it comes back in full force. I turned it off after 2 minutes, about 15 seconds of which was loop-free.

I am shocked, shocked, that a document presented by Paul’s lawyer, for the express purpose of proving that there was a harassment campaign that the school did not protect him from, claimed that there was a harassment campaign that the school did not protect him from!

Least invasive thing EVER?

This does not change Ashley’s point at all. It was a woman telling other women they had to expose themselves to their classmates, while the men were not required to do so because they had no vaginas to probe.

She didn’t name him. She just started carrying her mattress around in her normal, day-to-day life. His name came out because the proceedings between them were public record, and then he started talking to reporters to splash his face and name all over the internet.

You JUST said that “cashiers are not allowed to accept the card if YOU haven’t signed to accept the card’s conditions” and “signing the card means you agree to the terms of the card”. The logical conclusion here is that cashiers are not allowed to accept the card unless you sign it. I’m not sure what point you’re…

...a photo of a woman with a black eye, and the tagline, “Domestic violence. Because sometimes, you have to tell her more than once.”

Because, as the other replies to you point out, this is not some big burger conspiracy.

I understand and never call out the employee on it partially for that reason. I do make it a point to thank the ones who do though. I don’t think it’s an anger worth making an employee’s day worse.

At a restaurant, you put your card inside a folder with your receipt. You write on the receipt how much you want to tip, and then the waitress goes back, runs the card and the tip, and brings your card back to you. The waitress is supposed to put in the tip exactly as you write it on the receipt. This woman was…

Can’t you find a more appropriate thing to call them than “skanks”? Maybe something attached to what they did instead of what gender they are and their sexual activity?

I get so mad when people don’t check for ID. I don’t sign my card intentionally, because I don’t mind pulling out ID so no one else can steal my cards and use them. But cashiers won’t ask for ID because it’s too inconvenient to do it every time so I can’t help but think if my credit card fell out of my purse anyone…

I get the “waitstaff are so put upon, it’s the worst job in the universe, life is so hard” attitude most of the time, but is it really necessary here? There are about a billion articles on Kitchenette about bad customers, can’t you put aside your obvious bias towards waitstaff for one article to think “this was a bad…

Uhhhhhhh....this isn’t really relevant and pretty sure not a normal thing.

When I used to play LoL I was the screaming feminist in all the “why are there no women eSports players” threads on the subreddit. It really would be a great article to write, especially with the unique culture of game houses and practicing all day streaming all night that leaves so little privacy.

Because it would require both a bunch of startup research and dedication to either continually finding new images or combing through submission. I don’t even use tumblr.

I’ve seen these a million times before where people say “why isn’t there an equivalent Tumblr for the other side?” and for once, that’s one I would like to see. I’d LOVE to see a Tumblr with all the female-only panels anyone can find, and see how many of those panels are traditionally feminine or panels specifically…

Its like someone getting a job at hooters and then suddenly deciding that the clothes aren’t modest enough.