This is the Army's "unwanted sexual contact" merit badge.

I would presume the researchers corrected for this in their models/dataset.

I did an (paid) internship in college in a cast iron foundry. It was dirty and dark and smelly and dangerous.

"...farenheit is stupid."

"+42C"

Say what you will about the state of American manhood, but American men are much more likely to have feminist mothers, sisters, ex-gfs, teachers, etc. than their East Asian counterparts, so they would probably be more supportive of a professional woman's aspirations in a relationship.

"Women have been socialized into thinking that being a wife and a mother means cooking all the meals and doing all the shopping and packing all the lunches and helping with all the homework and making all the crafts and doing all the laundry. Of course we would find balancing a career with those other demands nearly…

Well, that makes you a "hipster-lover"!

This is actually what I do when the conversation turns to hipsters and the things they do. I pretend not to know what a hipster is, and then listen to the vague and oft-contradictory explanations with delight.

You think putting HBIC on a biz card is unprofessional as fuck.

"NOOOOOOO! Why couldn't she wear wedges today!"

What is and is not professional is subjective.

Lucky!

It is easy for other people to purposefully confuse predatory/goal-oriented aggression with more base emotions when they have an simple, biting, go-to word like 'bitch' to sum it all up with. Why bother to figure out what someone else wants or feels when you can just put them on the "bitch list" and ignore them?

I imagine that there is a line of disheveled newsies at the output end of this newspaper machine who will take the papers and flog them in the streets.

Yep. I added it as an annotation to the pic at the top of this post.

"I am laid low by the matriarchy!"

I am repurposing this...

It's not an official comment shit show until shattered_myths/Seatosky arrives. Oh, fuck! He's like the first one here.

This is tragic of course, but why do I see in my mind a little toddler in a rocket ejector seat flying clear of the crash, then drifting serenely back to Earth?