Could be another example of Megyn Kelly caring about issues that directly affect Megyn Kelly....

I do the same thing that I do when someone tells me a racist “joke” - look at them blankly and say, “I don’t understand; can you explain why you {said that/asked me to do that/thought that was my job/etc}?” Then they have to stammer over an excuse as to why they were an asshole to you, but don’t have any grounds to…

I think the Pickle-Tip guy was a malfunctioning outer space robot from Mars. See, he heard, "Don't take any wooden nickles," and then glitched it into "don't take any wooden pickles," and then misinterpreted that to mean "The earth-humans demand gifts of pickles plaaced upon the wooden table. I have pleases Emperor…

One time when I was outside of a Cheesecake Factory smoking a cigarette a man propositioned me thinking I was a hooker.

I had a table once whisper loudly to their children, "if you don't go to college, you'll end up waiting tables like her..." while I was prebussing their table.

Only a deranged asshole would order bacon extra limp, then offer said gelatinous fatty tissue to a terrified waitress as a peace offering. Crispy or nothing, limp dick psycho Santa.

Along the same lines as Becca's story about people making assumptions about educational backgrounds, I waited tables at an Italian chain restaurant that falls between Olive Garden and Macaroni Grill in terms of cost/quality the summer between college and law school. Our clientele was generally pretty decent, and as a…

Managers who don't stand up for their employees are THE WORST.

I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know my cheddar biscuits will be free. And I won't forget the men who died, so I can bitch about automatic gratuity.

"I don't need to justify how I earn a living any more than you do."

The only “double” here is the way you’re doubling down on how goddamn stupid your post is.

I wonder if the stenographer recorded that.

Bachelorette parties will forever have a special place in my heart. The first time I ever went to a real club (alone and with a male friend), this guy kept creeping over and grinding on me, uninvited. I wasn't yet the elbow-throwing feminist menace I am today, so I didn't know what to do other than sort of awkwardly…

"I don't understand why women just don't TELL men they aren't interested."

This is an entirely true story.

So one time, my dad was in a dog park in DC, and his dog Pete starts humping another dog. The owner of the other dog came over and kicked Pete to get him off of the other dog. My dad, understandably, was like, “WTF dickhead, don’t kick my dog,” and the owner of the other dog responded…

Just more evidence that women don't have to fear retaliation for rejecting a man. OH WAIT?!?! Is this the kind of reaction women are afraid of? Still won't shut down the MRA's

Fat jokes: the last vestige of people who truly have nothing intelligent to say.

Yes, I completely agree - I ususally think there's an ulterior motive going on.

I completely understand. When people tell me that I'm attractive, I *always* think that there must be a motive for it. Are they saying that because they think I need to hear it? Is it because they really think I look terrible, but they want to boost my confidence for some reason? Are they just messing with me? The…

What tone were you aiming for with this story?