You should work for EA because I’ve never wanted to play the Sims till today. Brava!
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Exactly. She was attacked. Some victims respond by fighting back or shutting down. Others by dissembling or compartmentalizing because that’s how they respond to trauma. All of those are completely valid reactions, even looking past the part where the asshole probably drugged her. And to all the fuckers who stood by…
She was drugged!! But EVEN IF SHE WASN’T people behave in all sorts of strange ways after trauma. Most likely she was twerking after because she was drugged or drunk or dissociated and hadn’t processed what happened to her. Fuck these people who deny a rape they witnessed with their own eyes and judge the victim’s…
I think the issue is that by not having an African-American person be on stage as part of this tribute to Motown minimizes the historical and cultural impact made by Motown, which was a product of black excellence finding ways to express their creativity and thrive in a racist country and music industry.
Ne-Yo was actually there for a hot second, then the JLo Reno Casino Presents Motown 60 Revue & Buffet, steamrolled any momentum he was trying to conjure up.
Half the time you people are complaining he screws underage women, and now you are complaining that he doesn’t get to speak.
I was visiting friends in the Bay area and took the BART into SF in the middle of the day. I was aware of its rep for crazies, but I ride public transit in Chicago all the time, so I’m not easily intimidated. At S. San Francisco, a disheveled man with a large shopping cart boarded and sat behind me. After a stop or…
True, but still unwanted.
I once had a nursing mother accidentally spray me with breast milk while we were on the subway.
Well, I’m sure I am someone else’s Trimet horror story. I was carless and had to pick up my cat from the vet, so I packed him up in a little carrier and got on the 17 to go home. I thought nothing of it until I was halfway there, when I felt some weird ...WARMTH spreading across my lap. Turns out my cat, in his sad,…
On the train, I started to smell something foul. I glanced towards the back where there was a young woman changing a poopy diaper. Not the greatest situation, but I shrugged it off.
Once on the bus, I was sitting in a seat that faced another seat. Anyway, this old lady gets on the bus and sits across from me. Suddenly, she very calmly pulls out a clear plastic bag from her purse and starts *vomiting* in it. She fills the clear bag with vomit, and has just enough room to hold it shut. She just…
Does this count? I was riding BART home from work on a crowded train and out of the corner of my eye I see an older man (seated back to me) raise his phone kind of like at a selfie angle. I kind of wondered to myself why an older guy was taking a selfie, but thought thought of that old guy using a selfie stick review (…
14 yrs ago. 11PM. F train.
I was sitting across from an older gentleman with a viking hat on who was eating dried rice from a bag. A rude adolescent at the time, I couldn’t help but watch him, mouth ajar, since we were sitting parallel. He looked me dead in the eye and spit a combination of rice and mucous across the row and into my mouth.
You should go visit him. Probably don’t drink the tea though.
Not really a fan of the death penalty, but if there is ever a time for “Say her name”, it is now.
It’s always been the challenge.
awwww lindy! reminiscing about that jezebel period when she worked here.