You know, I even read that comment, but for the life of me all my mind would read was:

I lost ALL respect for Cate Blanchett when she made “Blue Jasmine.” And when she won an Oscar for it I turned the channel. People who willingly make movies with Woody Allen (I’m looking at YOU Selena Gomez) just sort of dim in my world.

I don’t know if you meant “weary” or “wary” of men these days but frankly I am both.

Not enough dads (or men) are doing enough to explain to men how to approach women in a respectful way, how to not internalize being turned down and think that it allows them to lash out, and the difference between an approach and, you know, sexual assault, as if it’s really that hard to tell the line between the two.

Millions of Africans and black people died in the transatlantic slave trade. Much more than 600,000.

The fact that, when our police force is sanctioned to kill black people with NO legal and few social repercussions, you can say that black people should be more positive is just...fucking...atrocious.

And you can shove your white privilege belief, that you have the right to tell black people how to think, write, behave, and express ourselves, where the sun don’t shine.

I barely made it through the first sentence. I mean, it’s not rocket science. Just admit that you don’t WANT to have to approach women with respect and actual conversation. You want to approach them as receptacles for your sperm. Nah, son.

Let’s see. You’re a #9

He had another one recently that I keep chewing on: “Not all dogs bite, but all dogs have teeth.”

Really. So it’s always on the injured party to suck it up and continue the status quo, hoping for a crumb of kindness someday.

And those approximately 360,000 didn’t die “trying to stop slavery.” They died trying to preserve the Union.

Don’t use the 600,000 figure when talking about who died to stop slavery, as it includes the side that died trying to keep slavery. 600,000 Americans didn’t die trying to stop slavery - approximately 360,000 did.

Couple things, Jeremy Piven, you little creep:

I’m guessing there are a couple of generations separating us. I had to deal with that shit in the late 80s, and I got off lucky every time. The dudes never took it to “I’ll go ahead and touch her.” But then if they had tried, all 98 lbs. of me would have been CLAWS, FREAKEN TEETH, and Nut Kickin’!

This happened to me, not as explicit as wanting to see me naked, but grossly ‘romantic’, inappropriate, and scary because we were the only two people in the office, late in the evening. And later on when I gave my notice to resign (he was my boss) he treated me like shit, and after I left I found out that he lied to…

Does anyone else find it odd that, in the middle of Hollywood imploding over sexual harassment/assault allegations, this story practically gives this woman a pass on being a manipulative pyscho? I mean... in many (most?) states, what she did would be considered crimes, no?

It says a lot about the kind of person JLD is that all her castmates are so completely in her corner.

President Camacho embodies the most important quality in a good leader that Tywin Lannister mentions here:

Only trolls call people trolls