I haven’t! As far as surface thinking goes, I’ve only ever dealt with actors and academics. (Which, just for the record, are both bad enough.) That’s a good point on your part, thank you.
I haven’t! As far as surface thinking goes, I’ve only ever dealt with actors and academics. (Which, just for the record, are both bad enough.) That’s a good point on your part, thank you.
Even if we were to put the racism aside for a moment (which we aren’t), who could somehow, possibly conceive of a world where the association a noose carries is not fucking pain? My aunt died from suicide by hanging. It happened before I was born, so I never met her, but I’m sure her son’s first thought at the sight…
I’ve tried to write this comment a couple of times, but there is no use. I cannot pretzel my brain enough for this to make any sense. It just hurts.
One word: entitlement.
Of course, he was shocked. Narcissists are always shocked when someone holds them accountable.
I support your sentiment whole-heartedly. One amendment: Please, let’s stop using the term “underage women” all together. It’s distancing abusers’ language. There is a word for them, and it is: girls.
What do you mean, “dead- ass wrong”? They knew better, of course /s - than... the child herself, or her parents, or any person of colour who keeps telling the world that bodily autonomy is not just for white people and to just sit the eff down.
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I concur.
I understood bassguitarhero’s comment to be referring to pills against racism, but I may be wrong.
That is a fair point.
That would still make his racism the problem, as opposed to his bipolar disorder.
During her one manic episode, among other things my white bipolar friend drove her car through a back-gate at the airport, because she was hell-bent on getting puke-bags as one finds on an airplane. Her whole episode was one hell of a ride and she did plenty of things that put her own safety at risk, but at no point…
That was my first thought, too.
Fair enough... Another sad upvote.
Well, that and Groping.
Unfortunately, yes.
I happen to have PTSD and CPTSD. On the rare occasions when I get drunk, I’m more of a “Let’s talk world peace; why can’t people just be nice to each other?” philosopher gal type of drunk. Even when I’m triggered to the nines, I don’t start yelling racist bullshit, nor do I become violent. No amount of trauma or…
Don’t forget to factor in the domestic violence! Gotta find a way to excuse violence against women also.
With a red-hot poker. If making kids go hungry is your idea of going through life, you’re beyond redemption.