This also gave me a measure of comfort and hope. I appreciate our allies so much. http://www.policymic.com/articles/90079…

And I'm very glad to have shared this moment of glee in the midst of such crap. Thank you for that!

Close! Close! My paternal grandfather's birthday fell on the States' National Ferret Day. Mine is the UK's National Ferret Day: http://www.nationalferretday.org/ I love that your friend has the American version covered! I've been waiting to hear about someone with a fesnyng of ferrets who could claim that day. …

Perfect. I love this hug so much. <3

I'm so tickled you knew that! I started to call them my little business but thought that might be confusing.

Random totally unrelated distraction trivia: The collective noun for ferrets has been 'business' since at least the 15th century. (It was actually 'besynys' in Middle English, with 'busyness' being a slightly…

I don't have a solution. Although I haven't watched any of the videos or read the manifesto, I think being able to access both is, if not reasonable, then at least inevitable. I wouldn't mind more media coverage that focuses on the victims, as long as their survivors are okay with that.

Yep. I am so glad I waited until I was having lunch at home to read this. My four ferrets are all baffled to have been wakened from their collective nap and cuddled and kissed on their weird little heads because I needed the affirmation that there are still sweet, good things in this fucking world.

They do. They really do. I love the image of your ferret slithering around in protest over his tiny hand-knit sweater. Honestly, the only reasons I've ever put any sort of clothing on any of my ferrets is because I adore their tiny ferret outrage. It's like ambrosia.

I had a chance to natter about them earlier…

Believe me, whenever she does come to mind, I hope very much that despite her craven selfishness, her career tanked anyway. It's a mean-spirited but decidedly cheering thought.

Thanks for all the good wishes and glitter and hugs and kittens. I will be sharing them shortly with my four ferrets during the final…

All I can guess is that she went down a rabbit hole of her own — admittedly of her own fucking making — and this was either a denial thing or a way to punish me for making her feel whatever she might have been feeling or maybe both. I honestly don't know. She's been out of my life for over a decade. The trolls…

Thank you. I'm wishing a 'Tell-Tale Heart' sort of thing on her for the rest of her life.

Have you ever read Lovecraft's descriptions of the people who see The Unspeakable and how they turn into gibbering wrecks who hide in closets, scratching out glyphs and possible calendars with blunted pencil stubs? That was me. What she was doing so incomprehensible to me prior to the big fucking reveal that I…

Oh, yeah, the rape and the revelation were a little over a decade ago. Things have improved, certainly relative to all that fuckery. It took a long time to recover from the trauma of both, but I have learned to my manage my PTSD and for the most part, I'm okay. I'm just REALLY thankful I don't have to share a place…

I think part of it was also her trying to pretend it simply never happened, bloodstains and scars be damned. I don't know. My ability to understand any of what she did is tenuous even now. However, I am definitely petty enough to hope that she straddled the fine line between dramatic irony and poetic justice and…

Thank you for giving enough of a damn to get that she wasn't responding to you in particular but to the uncertainty that women live with about which men will be the dangerous ones and which won't. Thank you for understanding and for being an ally.

I wrote the super-condensed version of someone I knew who broke into my home, and how I was beaten and raped in my living room here. I'm going to elaborate on the 'it got worse' part now.

Just wanted to add my thanks. That you think about this at all and do what you can when you can is so appreciated. :)

Thank you for being an ally. Dealing with the assholes is thankless and exhausting.

I had one 'teach you a lesson' moment early on in college that your comment brought to mind. I've mentioned over here-ish (Jez or Gawker or GT, I don't remember) a few years ago, but it's relevant now.

I was 19 or 20. Young enough that this was a big paradigm-shifter for me. One night, while I was walking home by…

You can almost always ask, as you did here. Usually (at least with my friends) you can suss out pretty easily at what point to ask so it's not an intrusion on whatever it is that's the hard thing she needs to say. Find out if she just needed to be able to tell someone and trust them with this, or if she's at a place…