Don’t. It does not improve, and if anything it gets substantially worse as the “story” continues.

Seconded. It was brutally awful. Childish sexist Mary Sue bullshit, and little more than a catalog of everything the author remembered from his childhood, written out in encyclopedic, yet wholly uninteresting, detail. Reading dialog describing someone knowing all the lyrics to “The Reflex” isn’t fun. Actually…

No, I grew up in the 80s to and thought this book was garbage. It was so self-congratulatory about all the things he remembers from his childhood, and given that the audience for all that trivia is the same age, the only response I had was “yeah dude I remember, I was there. We all were.” It was just a catalog of…

OMG thank you so much for hating this book! It might actually be the worst book I’ve ever read. I finished it because I kept thinking that something good *must* be coming, since people gush about it so much, but it never did! It just got worse and worse! I feel like I’m alone in the universe!

LOL aren’t you cute. Yah, I’ll go to a rally in my town square demanding that men who harass women in the workplace be immediately terminated for cause, because god forbid the men who actually work at those companies (or witness harassment on the train, or in a bar, or walking down the street, or anywhere that women…

So, pretty much what I’ve been saying all throughout. I hope your “real men don’t do that” boys here see this. What say ye, fellas? Is this guy a real man or not?

LOL I don’t think I’ve ever been mistaken for being a man before.

Oh right, angry woman = insane. Sorry, I forgot. We are to be diminished at all times, in all situations, about all things, even when — or maybe especially when — we are targets of abuse and have the nerve to get REALLY FUCKING ANGRY when 50% of the population thinks we’re not important enough to lift a fucking…

“Don’t get angry, little girl. Whatever you do, don’t make men feel uncomfortable or put on the spot in any way! Calm down! Smile!”

tl;dr: #notallmen

You’re right, I don’t know any of that. Here’s what I do know: you used the phrase “gender discourse” in reference to a story about extreme sexual harassment, as if this is a 300-level Feminism in Literature class at Oberlin.

*eyes roll so hard I fall out of my chair*

Cool story, brotato chip. In case you hadn’t noticed, this story takes place on the “civilized” left coast. I live in the bluest of blue hearts of the Right Coast and I have — all 5'5” of my female self — have stepped between a woman and a man who was leaning into her like he was going to slug her, which I happened…

Sure, when women stop being the primary victims of sexual harassment and assault by a wide margin. Until then, get your boys in check because we’re sick of dealing with this shit by ourselves.

They are actually men. There is nothing “technical” about this. They are grown men who have made it well into adulthood believing this is an acceptable way to conduct themselves in the public sphere. They did not spring fully-formed from the earth. This is the influence (or lack thereof) of parents, teachers,…

Well what are they, then? Aliens? They’re men. They were raised next door to you. You went to school with them. You stand next to them on the subway. You stand in front of them in line for coffee in the morning. You might be related to them. You might even be friends with them.

Any day now, men are going to grow the f- up an stop being such disgusting globs of unfettered Id. Aaaaaaaany day now.

I know this because my 1948 Willys CJ-2A, the first civilian-model Jeep ever built, nearly bucked me right out of the tub during my road trip to Utah.

This picture breaks my heart. I am really sad for that woman.

No idea, its a guess on my part based on what I know about teachers’ unions and protocols around disciplinary actions up my way. It could also just be general fucked-up-ness by the Superintendent, I don’t know.