There’s a big difference between having sex with an animal and having sex with a sentient being capable of consent.

Why is would you fuck an alien even a question? Of *course* I'd fuck an alien.

According to them women shack up with unattractive men to use them financially while sleeping with every attractive man they can find.

Exactly. I first got my period when I was 12. My best friend first got hers when she was 8. We were children, but we were technically fertile.

The “I’m a great guy, why can’t women see that!” Is a smaller portion of incels than you’d think. That’s usually the ones relatively new to the “community”. The true incel thing is believing that you’re terrible and there’s no point in improving yourself because women just want Chads anyways. Now excuse me, I'm off to…

Honestly, I generally like bugs. If you can get over the instinctive “ew bug” thing your brain does (mine still does it sometimes, not judging here) they’re legit pretty good. Fried salted mealworms taste like pretzels.

Real shit. My mum’s cat is like, twenty pounds of fluff and muscle and we found him in the Christmas tree this year, somehow having failed to topple it.

One step closer to Mario Kart irl. I am in no way opposed to this.

I feel like this is the point at which you begin wondering whether you've angered some long-dead God or I dunno, a particularly car-hating witch.

Thanks for that. I’ve only recently come to understand that what he did was sexual abuse, even if he never raped me. It’s been difficult coming to terms with what happened. Much love from a fellow internet stranger. <3

My father’s family often says things like “Oh, I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Or, “This time he’ll smarten up.” He won’t. Because sure, I have memories of a laughing man, pushing me on the swings, or showing me how an engine worked, or allowing me to pin bows in his hair and beard with fond exasperation. But I also know…

Indigenous Canadian here. None of us are surprised. The health care system has always been hostile to native folks and native women in particular. There’s a general sentiment that native women are fundamentally incompetent mothers, a stereotype ironically stemming from a combination of the effects of intergenerational…

We had one of these when I was growing up. It was an unreliable pile of shit. No matter what we did the heating broke down constantly. We live in Canada. You have no idea how much childhood vitriol I have for this car.

I work part-time for minimum wage. Corporate dictated we should have a Boss’s Week, with praise also directed at corporate in the forms of reflection on all they do for us. Thankfully, my manager is not a dick and didn’t make us do it.

My mechanic grandfather would like me to say “fuck the Dreamliner and fuck Boeing for making it, the only thing it makes me dream about is the day they’re confined to the scrap heap.”

Oh man, her accusations really hit home with me. My father behaved similarly and it took a long time for me to understand that just because he didn’t rape me didn’t mean it wasn’t sexual abuse.

God, this was exactly the story I needed today. The world needs more wholesome stuff like this. Your Opa’s enthusiasm is so sweet, and I love it.

Two things about that nightmare of a story from the Washington Post: that is just so desperately fucked up, and what the fuck are American wages? I live in Canada, and even after converting to USD, I make about as much as the prison guard in the story and I’m  a damn cashier! How does anyone justify paying that little…

Whatever his politics, I wouldn’t have wished this particular way to go on him, or anyone for that matter. It’s what my grandfather died of and it was a nightmare. Apart from the horrors it inflicted on him, it was a terrible thing for our family to watch, and they’d seen a lot of death and dying. This was still the…

As a toddler I headbutted a glass cabinet. I have a nasty slash through my eyebrow to show for it. I also got a tiny bit of glass in my eye that had to be removed, something I am indescribably glad I don’t remember the feeling of.