And their likelihood to be victimized increases the more severe their illness is.

I'm tired of this. We focus on teaching women not to be raped; now we are starting to focus on teaching everyone around a potential victim to stop her from getting raped. There is still so little that is actually geared towards the criminal themselves.

You're missing the point. The scary thing to admit to yourself is that nothing, ever, can 100% protect you from being raped. Living your life as a total shut in who is constantly paranoid and terrified of strangers and people around you might get you close, let's say for argument's sake, 99%. But nothing can protect…

Yeah, team Bynes on this. You treat a person like they are an animal on display at the zoo and the bear asks you not to poke it and you do? Well you deserve a few scratches.

ROBIN THICKE IS CANADIAN? damnit shit. also, Stephen Harper is the evilest

Yeah, after my freshman year of college, where I lived with a group of girls that would have made great sorority members if not for my campus having no Greek life, I eventually got past avoiding/hating other girls (because while they weren't my kind of friends, they were all very nice for the most part). But it took…

She dared to leave her house. She was obviously asking for it /s

join the party!

jesus. That's it. I'm embracing misandry.

That can happen to anybody, so you have to be more careful.

The world is a horrible place.

It's a shame we weren't in the same high school, because we could've been awful TOGETHER. I had the exact same phase for a hot minute, before I realized that I didn't need anyone else's gratification to like comic books and curse and wear high heels and makeup.

Yeah, I think it's a phase a lot of women go through. I was totally a Cool Girl in high school. I thought that because I like football, video games, comics, and prefer whiskey to vodka I was different from the OTHER girls. I thought I could only get along with my select fellow Cool Girl friends as far as women went…

my dad had the hep!

You see I'm in your co-workers boat (except I don't consider myself a country boy): hunting? Yep. Fishing? You betcha. Mudding? I mean traversing a slightly damp field in a minivan to retrieve your niece's soccer team counts right?

drinkin n daddy fuckin.

He knew what he was doing when he went into that stretch too. "oh do you like my jogging suit? HOW ABOUT NOWWWWW?"

Storm of Syphillis

This exchange had everything. I love and admire you both. Stars all around.

i had no idea they were married, this is the best news of my life.