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Exactly. Like, yep, Les, that’s exactly what’s happening, and it’s glorious. Women backing each other up, spurring each other on, as they say out loud what you did to them.

Can Kathy Bates pull a Misery on them, too?

So you have no idea what you’re talking about? Venus reacted the same way when Ramos accused her of the same thing. As have many players.

Well, yeah, obviously both were censured, otherwise why would they be complaining and about what?

Nadal told Ramos that exact thing at Roland Garros in 2017. And Murray called him a grandstander, which he clearly is.

“I mean, we have not interviewed her”

Why in the hell do you keep mentioning the call center you worked at?

Thank you for this. 

I mean, who killed a chair umpire and who hit another? ‘Twasn’t the women. They’re too busy being shamed for exposing a crowd to a shot of their sportsbra as it dutifully conceals their dirty pillows.

Speaking of men who find women and what they know about them inconvenient:

And as for the background in writing this, Frida, I think your experience also illustrates the ongoing, never-ending problem. “Young journalist,” indeed.

The act itself is no worse than yielding to sickly-sweet BBQ sauce when the vinegar-based goo is objectively better, but that she framed this as a grooming technique (it’s really weird, don’t tell your parents or other adults, I might go to jail, this is our little secret, my dad taught me all about this) is mildly

Why can’t someone rescue The Village Voice instead of this congratulatory, glossy bullshit?

Stop. Don’t. Come back.

We literally are a factory for the world’s worst jingoists and the world’s most entitled, bossy, violent tourists. Training Americans to be a loud, attention-seeking émigré or an even worse holidaymaker is the industry that drives our war machine- and cargo shorts-based economy.

I have an opportunity to go to Israel for a few months and study with my favorite teachers over there, and that’s where I’m going to go and probably move somewhere there and study with my favorite teachers

I do feel great hearing this news, though.

This is essentially John Goodman’s internal dialogue in The Big Lebowski. Fucking Donny, man. You know he blames himself for the heart attack because all he wanted was for that little idjit pipsqueak to shut.the.fuck.up and give the Dude and him some private time. He didn’t want him to die, though.